I get strange urges in quiet places.

Like big echoey art galleries where everyone is being respectful and keeping it down, or like a couple of weekends ago in the grounds of monestery in Bruges, anywhere where you have to be "shush"

I get an overpowering urge to do the start of "The Bananna Boat Song" by Harry Belefonte at full blast!

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYO!"

I just caught myself gazing across the office and thinking "that girl in the red top has fantastic breasts.."

So maybe I am getting a bit better.

Maybe its just the coffee kicking in.

But in other news its still all Meh on the western fromt.

Is so that they would not assume I was hungover and unable to work due to duntage.

I actually have that stinking cold thing that is going round, I was shivering and feverish last night - cue weird short dream repeating around in my head all night - and felt a bit shite this morning.

But I have battled through the screaming winds and horizontal rain to get here, and I even have some work to do.

Bugger.

There is a intermitant booming sound on this floor when the wind picks up, we are on the fourth floor and the wind can be heard quite clearly blasting around outside.

Which will make having a ciggie interesting.

Sorry, just wanted to say goodmorning and am now back to boring for england.