One of the females in this room is wearing the same perfume that an old girlfriend of mine used to wear.

Cant tell who it is as there are a number of fans blasting away totally failing to dispearse the heat.

But everytime I smell it, I am miles and years away.

Some of it is good.

Some not.

Amazing that smells have such a strong effect on the memory.

This lunchtime has revealed a lot of old pubs that I had forgotten about. Full of Old blokes and wood. Pubs that have been pubs for about 100 years at least. The way a good bub should be. Like "The Artillery" and "The Kings Head"

It also revealed a lot of nasty Weatherspoon type places built in the ground floor of office blocks or what used to be supermarkets - my least favourite type of drinking establishment. The names are enough to put you off "The Masked Haunt" and "The Litten Tree", known to most round here as "The haunted mosk" and "The Litter Tray". Vile places.

Not that I am going to be spending much time in them while I am here, I will be using my lunch hours for the next few months catching up on your blogs and doing some of my own. It's about the only time I will be able to without getting into trouble.

And you all know how good I am at avoiding trouble don't you.

The computers cant locate the printers.

And one of the women on the team we are sharing this hot cramped office space with has a loud "I am important and everything I say is interesting" voice that can only be killed by inserting your earphones and rocking out.

This new office is getting better by the hour!

This new office has no AC! it's broken and it is damn humid in here. It's hotter than Bettie Page eating a curry at the moment. (Bettie Page, Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm)

Right behind my desk is a column, now this could be good as if I posistion my pc right it will cut down the view of my pc screen from the two managers who will be sitting behind me.

And in the true stylel of managers everywhere they are not in yet. Well to be fair, one always comes in late and the other was at the Isle of White festival so may not be in today.

There are no canteen facilities in this building so we have to walk a few doors down to another bigger office of ours that has a canteen. The only good thing about this is that they can't take the time it takes us to get down there out of our lunch break.

The wonderful IT bods have managed to break my nice scroll wheel mouse and replaced it with a manky old one that looks like they found it under a desk somewhere.

It also appears that our wonderful phone systems people have not transferred our numbers over from the old office to our new phones. Well good, I did not want to speak to any customers anyway.

Speaking of the canteen, I am off down there now.

If I am a bit thin on the ground today, it will be because I am unpacking and then under the gaze of the managers.