The problem with all this working up here and avoiding work Smoking taking trips outside for fresh air, is that you see some celebs.

Saw one just now, an actress of middle age who I KNOW, but have no clue as to her name. Even if someone tells me I will have to take their word for it.

It was the woman who played the female neighbor in the 70's tv production of "Abigails Party" (you know, the frumpy one) and has been in loads of other stuff as well.

Arrrrg! What IS she called.................

It could be the latest thing. Being up here in the swanky london you do see some odd things.

The latest look for young chaps around town appears to be very skin tight drainpipe trousers and "Bum freezer" jackets.

How very up to the minute.

How very 1960's as well.

How very silly it looks.

Yay! I have turned into my dad!

Eeeeeep!

As you know, Weird inc have spent loads of money refurbishing the first floor offices of this four floor building so Shipscook can have somewhere nice to sleep during the day. But for us up on the fourth things are not as palatial.

For a start all the “Gary’s”* are closed! There where two large toilets on this floor, just off the corridor outside, but since we have been here they have both been out of order. The ones on the landings of the stairwells are not often working and one seems to be being cleaned for about an two hours every morning and so out of action.

This means that we have to go down to the second floor sometimes to find a toilet that we can use. The ladies in the office are not happy, and I have to take a long walk for the morning “paid for by work” pony.

Intolerable working conditions, I’m sure you will agree.

* “Gary” – Gary Glitter = shitter.

Today I travelled to our the west end office of Weird Inc from “home”, as opposed to yesterday when I travelled to it from home. From home it’s a single 25 minute tube ride straight in. From “home” where I was this morning it’s a 20-minute trip on the overground into Liverpool street station and then a short tube trip.

But as our last office was a short walk from Liverpool street I was still on autopilot when I got there and found myself standing in the middle of all these people having what could easily be described as a “senior moment” – I had no idea where I was going, just for one blank second I had no clue as to why I was there and why I had stopped walking and why people where bouncing off my back and giving me “warm and friendly” looks. Damn all this office movage!

But after a split second reboot of the grey cells I slunk into the depths of the tube and helped out making the crush of bodies just a little more intimate.

Personally I blame all this living in two places lark. Nothing to do with being in my mid forties, drinking vats of booze, being distracted by other issues and people and generally at bit out of focus at all.

Ahem.