That was my favourite line from the film tonight.

It is indeed a long thing to sit through, and in my opinion not as funny as the first two. And a bit too reliant on CGI spectacle. There is something more entertaining about a well done sword fight like in the first pirates film (in the blacksmiths workshop) that a big CGI'd punch up where there is too much going on on screen for you to take it all in.

But, well it was fun and that kiera Knightly or however you spell it is very good looking.

Oh and if you here that there is something worth hanging around for after the credits have rolled - just leave and wait for the dvd to come out, its not worth sitting there and learning the names of the dentist who put the gold caps on Mr Depps teeth and who Mr Blooms personal assistant was just to see it.

Sitting here in the music room having a minor rock out (wah pedal on stun, running through various guitars and settings on the tonelab and generally cooking the valves in the Marshall) I pause, take a sip of single malt and look up at the wall in front of me and see this -

And I can't help thinking "Isn't this pirate stuff getting a leeeeeetle out of hand?"

I thought I'd post a couple of piccies to lift both your spirits and make you (and anyone else who is that way inclined) go "Ahhhhh"

I know you both have some trying times coming up, with medical stuff and all. Just want you to know that I and a lot of other people are thinking of you both.

xxxx

I am finnished packing and so am orft!

A short day and no mistake. Thank god!

My last act will be to turn off the pc and pop the mouse in the packing crate (as I have no faith in our IT department knowing that it will have to go with the computer to the new office.)

May pop back on when I get home.

Or shall I have a quick farewell drink in Mollys?

Hmmmmmmmmm.

Now we are moving out of the throbbing heart of the London, I am going to miss:

Soho square.

The fire in the grill first thing in the morning at the back of Dionysius Kebab place on the corner of Oxford Street and Charing Cross Road as they get the charcoal ready for the lunchtime rush.

Marinos Italian sandwich bar and restaurant next door.

The way the fountains outside Centre Point travel horizontally across the street on windy days.

Walking round Soho at lunch time in the summer

Bumping into minor and major Celebs.

The girls from the model agency over the road.

Looking in through the ever-open doors of Sunset strip and seeing all the lovelies sat at the bar in not much clothing.

The total madness of white van drivers.

The illuminated “Model – 1st floor” signs in doorways. Ahem.

The guitar shops – oh god I am going to miss those.

Molly Moggs.

The fact that Christmas shopping was a total breeze when you’re so close to the shops.

People watching from coffee bars in Old Compton or Brewer Street.

The people of no fixed mental agenda who seem to like this area and provide some valuable street theatre style distractions.

The Old street area is not that bad, but it will seem a little dull after being here.

Oh well.

A virtual prize to anyone who knows what song that line is from.

We are moving offices today. So today, unlike everyother day, everyone came in and started working straight away. There is nothing as pleasing as a good session in front of the shredder getting rid of loads of shite you have had in or on your desk for no good reason you can remember.

Ahh, I love the phrase "lost in the move" a great cure all and cop out.

Of course the reason we are all shredding and boxing away like beavers is we can go at 12.00 if we are all done.

AND I AM!

just got to stick labels on things and un plug the phone.

Hmm, better do that now to avoid the enevitable last minute "Oh Nick, could you just ...." phone call.

Then home for a sleep (as I am sure I have picked up that bug from Sketchweasel - my eyes feel like they are being pushed into my head) so I don't crash out during Pirates of the Caribean tonight.

now I think a quick stroll through blog world is in order.