I mean Meat Balls - of the greek variety.

You know I posted that you tube vid of the old greek couple arguing and making meat balls right? (Old Nicks first cookery post)

We have just done the recipie and eaten the first batch - bloody tasted ACE!

Gonna go back out to the kitchen and do the next 10.

Try the recipie it works great BUT be aware, the amounts they say will feed an army or your average extended greek family. You may want to cut down on them a little, or make tons of them and cook em and have them cold.

Gotta go submerse my balls in some hot oil

Then on with the cooking!

What with all these weekends away, and the office being full of top dogs, I have not been able to keep up as much as I would like here. And there is the small matter of loads of work as well. Can't even catch up at home as I am trying to give Sarah and Jo some attention. But I have missed a lot of stuff on here and I'm missing it.

One end of our office now looks like it has been bombed - all the ceiling tiles are missing and wires hang out of the suspended ceiling space, debris litters the floor. They are not hanging about with this move thing.

Tomorrow will be a case of "pack it all in crates" in the morning and "fuck off early" in the afternoon. I have already told the boy from Brazil in mollys that his lunch time profits are going to take a tumble from next week.

The "plan" is that we will be back here by the end of the summer but we all doubt it very much. The area we are going back to is in Old Street and all the pubs and shops are crap, Hoxton is nearby but FULL of wankers, and the celeb count is never very high. A long way off working in the throbbing west end at the heart of our capital city.

And Christmas shopping will be a pain this year (you can tell I don't think we are coming back) in the past two years it has been a breeze - nip out in your lunch hour and pick up a few bits from Oxford or Regent street no trouble.

And NO GUITAR SHOPS!

Oh fuck.

And as I said before, in the new office I have two managers sitting behind me with a perfect view of my pc screen.

So I may have to limit my yakking on here by quite a bit.

It may only be for some months, it may be for longer.

But if there is a way to get on here and bore you to death without loosing my job I will do it.

Who said "of fucking great"?

see me after.

Maybe I could do with the break.

In other news, Jo has apparently bought Sarah a new pirate outfit - can't wait to see that! and we are going to see the new Pirates film this Friday. Well not Sarah, she will have to wait for the DVD to come out.

Meno started this off apparently so I thought I would have a go.

It was a while ago. My girlfriend and I were laying there "after"

ahem.

Time for the post coital woodbine then! I reach for the packet of cigarettes, retrieve it and ask if she'd like one. She says yes. I open the packet trying to look all cool and like I am the worlds greatest lover or something.

I forget some how that allthough I am technically holding the packet in front of me, I am still laying down. So when I flip up the top of the packet, 17 cigarettes fall into my face.

She did not stop laughing for 10 minutes.

Total Numpty.

The office is full of dust and carcenogens (probably) as they take the ceiling down around us, My aol account is taking about half an hour to open up and shows no sign in doing so, so no checky emailey, Shed loads of work to do before we move, stupid people asking for live connections points for their lap tops (fuck off back to your own office!) and... I have the tom tits!

Fucking perfect start to a perfect working day!

The actual start of my day was brekie in bed, which was lovely, and then a dash to the toilet. Not the brekkies fault I hasten to add. Then a read of shipscooks latest work of fiction staring a pirate of this parish. He may publish but if he does I would point out it is a work of fiction - Sarah is not that blood thirsty in real life.

ahem.