I find I am watching less telly these days, which can only be a good thing, BUT tonight is the night that CSI comes back on!

Oh yes BABY!

Not the wanky CSI miami with David "Plank of Wood" Caruso in it, but CSI Las Vegas, with a lead character with some more facial expressions and (in my opinion) more than a passing look of the Six Million Dollar Man about him.

So that is my viewing sorted this evening, although I will probably have to tape it and watch it at 10.00 as I will probably be nailing Sarah into her bed to get her to sleep.

Good parenting is an instinct you know....

Just had a phone call from the person who will be incharge of moving me from here, the dull dull streatch of Old Street that I know work on, to there - the sparkly new office in Soho where Shipscook now works.

Yes I am moving to Weird Co's new state of the ego blazing white on white, clear desk policy pit of rampant empire building. Which will welcome my scruffy and slovenly bod with less than open arms. I dont do the dress code thing. But there will be a convo between the mad little pillock that polices the clear desk policy (a director no less - has he nothing better to do!) and my line manager regarding my sartorial lack of attention looming shortly after we decamp on those gleaming shores...... probably.

Anyway, said person got me to give them the asset number of this pc, and then ran through a list of programmes that this company uses and asked me to tell them if I had access to any of them.

"You do realise your talking to a computer dick head?" I asked. It made no difference.

"Do you have frottage for windows 07?"
"Idunno"
"Squimby logic v6?"
"Idunno"
"Scoop ya brains out with the arse numb add on?"
"Meeep, eh?"
"Office botherer, latest wanky upgrade that is harder to use than the last one?"
"Erm yeah, actually. Crap innit"
"Tie detector pro?"
"Fuck off"
"Corporate bullshit generator premium edition?"
"I thought that came as standard?"

But no date as to when we will actually be going to soho.

But at least I will be getting a new pc, and NOT a laptop. Because there is no way I want to be taking this shit home with me. Whichever home I go to.

In the office today about "Baton passing" what with a very few rare number of us keeping our (and lets face it in my case, several other peoples) jobs.

I did all the baton passing I am going to do earlier today.

Took two flushes to send that bastid to the seaside......

Ahem.

Is there any site sadder than an unwanted christmas tree laying in the gutter waiting for the council to come and shred it.

OK, apart from me trying to be all deep and meaningful I mean.

Had a chat with madders on msn last night and yakked about guitars for far too long. He is fine by the way. And flicky has gone too! double bugger.

And it is still a very odd feeling to walk past someones desk and see your own blog looking back at you!

Now what was I supposed to be doing.....

Oh yeah, the work thing.