1 - A pirate (gasp! no reeeeely)

2 - A panda. Proper big animal suit thingy.

3 - Both halfs of a furry Rhino. On different days obviously.

4 - A Roman Centurion. Good bloody costume that was, the best Maurice Angels could supply.

5 - A fictitious band member. Looked a bit like the pirate in 1, but with shades and a leather jacket on. Who said I am not adaptable.

6 - half of a conjoined twin. OK, this was me and the late Mr Kelly standing in one leg each of a big pair of trousers as ours had got soaked in the downpour as we rode over to Kizlodes house. I think he has a picture somewhere.

Erm, cant think of anymore. And now its time to go home.

Your go! What have you dressed up as.

Coffee is needed in abundance.

I am fighting a file that has over 300 records in it that I am supposed to investigate, and I (after our jolly meeting) cant be arsed.

But I must show willing. Actually the wind has been knocked out of our collective sails a bit, but we will soldier on regardless.

I don't actually know why I am in such a reasonable/good mood.

Must continue to fight the good fight.

God I can't believe I just said that........

Basically, yes you have to do some more work and help out the other team with the calls that will be generated by the gazillion letters they will be sending out. So customers will be calling up and having a go at us over some service we want them to pay for, but have (at the moment) no idea how the service works or how it is implemented. That will make us such informed commentators and a pleasure to talk to that no one at all will loose their temper with us. Never mind the fact that they will not be in the best of moods when they call in the first place. But we have to show willing BECAUSE

Next Wednesday we have another, bigger meeting attended by the entire department where they will, amongst other things, tell us how many jobs there are going to be and whether or not we have to re-apply for our own positions.

Yep, we may have to re-apply for our own jobs. Mad innit?

And of course, we may not get them. Which will result in us getting tossed into the doldrums of our company policy where they will either offer us redundancy or another job somewhere that will be a git of a bastard of a boring thing in the hope we run screaming to the job centre.

Fuckers.

Mind you, its all the same old same old……

We have a two-hour meeting today starting at 10.0am. Our good natured and friendly line manger happened to mention as he was handing out the agenda that this meeting would “no doubt upset some of you”. Now he was joking when he said it, well at least it was said in a jokey way, but that’s a bit worrying.

Are they going to cut off our Internet access?

Are they going to give us more work to do?

Are they yet again going to move the goal posts?

Who knows?

I suppose all will be revealed.

It is actually, without a hint of a smidgen of an iota of a wisp of a doubt, cold in London this morning.

Proper “see your own breath” chilly out there, and when the wind gets up it is bloody freezing.

True we do have a beautiful clear blue sky and the low angle of the sun light is making the trees glow, and the full moon looked fantastic hanging there ghostly white above the roof tops on my way in – but it is chuffing cold OK?

So why then have I seen a number of men without any form of coat this morning? Two blokes in just shirts and one guy in a t-shirt! What? (And before you start – yes they had trousers and shoes and such. Don’t be so literal)

Most people have gone for fleeces or proper winter coats today, so what where these oddballs up to eh? Trying to make the rest of us look like wimps?

Could have been Geordies I suppose.