Went for a shop around in HMV’s DVD department this lunch time, just to make a change from the pub you understand, and am now the proud owner of the “From Dusk Till Dawn” Trilogy.

Yes I know, I had no idea there were three of them either but as the box set only cost me a tenner I don’t care.

I love the first film – the way it starts as a typical mad evil bastids with guns on the run and taking hostages type of movie then becomes a mad, gory and not entirely sensible Vampire film at the end.

The other two I have no idea about, but they will hopefully be gory and more than likely laughably awful – fantastic!

The second one is another “gang of crooks piss off vampires” type movie and the third one is a prequel, set a hundred years before the first film probably just so they could remake the same film but with cowboys.

Might not be classic cinema club fodder, but I will probably enjoy them whenever I get to watch them.

Selling a product to the public is something I always imagined needed some sort of prior thought.

“Who would buy this product?”

“Where am I likely to find them?”

“What is the best way to present it to them?”

Imagine you are trying to sell a 40cm long wooden pirate ship, with full rigging.

Would you think -

“I know! I will wander into Pret a Manger and offer it to the busy people behind the counter!”

No neither would I.

But that is just what I saw someone doing.

“Yes Sir can I help you? Coffee? Sandwich?”

“Would you like to buy this boat?”

“No sir, we just sell coffee and sandwiches, we don’t buy things sir. Next?”

Knobber.

And no, I didn’t ask how much it was.

Yay!

Apparently I have a temperature. Or they have turned the heating up in here. Or I am going through the menopause.

Line manager is out for half a day, which is always good.

People who have been told before about the new processes in place here at work, processes that now bypass me altogether, are still contacting me and asking me to help and complaining that I have not yet done the help thing. I don't do that anymore is basically why.

So after a ciggie I am going to compose a nice polite email telling them how things are now done and try not to hammer home the point that they have been done this way for months, and everyone was told about it, including them.

Internal comms. Love it to death.

God work based posts are soooooo dull.

Hopefully while having a ciggie outside on the celebrity strewn streets of this here fancy "The London" I will witness a couple of stars having a punch up or summink.

Then I might have something interesting to say.

Don't hold you breath though...........

May just have been that we had a couple or more of these on Sunday night.

Yep, Shipscook got some Jaegermiester and made some U-Boots for us!

Cheers!

Went to the British Museum on Sunday with Mrs F and Sarah.

Saw this, Kate Moss posed for the face but can't get into this position in real life.

Guess which bit followed you round the room..............

Ahem.

Damian Hurst was getting in on the act as well....

(click to see full size on the following three pictures. Damn blog layout!)

The detail on this giant face was amazing!

All the individual hairs in the chin stubble where visible. It was quite creepy actually.

I have no idea what this is supposed to be.

But it was big and shiny so I took a picture of it. Sheep I is, I is an sheep.

And sitting on the hot desk next to me.

I have no idea who he is.

But…..

His breath smells like he has had rancid cheese and dog shit for lunch.

And if he does not stop breathing it out into the atmosphere soon, I may have to take drastic measures to stop him breathing.

So there was Mandy, standing in front of No 10 blabbing on about basically being the right man for the difficult job. Not saying anything about being the jammiest oily bastard in Christendom or anything.

And I found myself saying, "Nice job Mr camera man news reporter bloke"

Because the framing of the shot was so cool. It was on ITV's news and I don't know if you saw it - about 15 minutes ago.

Mandy there, talking earnestly...blah blah. but the background was the thing that caught my eye, and I realised that the clever camera chappy could have been trying to say something.

There is a bit of renovation and building going on in Downing street right now. The famous doorway to No 10 is free from obstruction and anyone can do the traditional shot of the talking head or reporter standing in front of the famous black door without showing any disruption.

But as Mandy was speaking, he was shot slightly from one side by the ITV camera dude. In his background you could see a building that was obviously No10/11...but also the fact that there is a lot of scaffolding outside the building. Scaffolding conjures up images of things that need to be held up. Things that are in dire need of repair. Things that are possibly about to come falling down.

And also, I could not help but notice, a lot of the scaffold tubes behind Mandy were sprayed pink............

Never mind an office full of free Gu, I am about to nom a raw Salmon, egg mayonase and spinnach sammich from prets.

I know the Gu is here and is free, but I have never been one for taking something just because it is free. All those enthusiastic sales people in soho giving out free little sample sammiches from their shops, The guys from the Humus bar handing out free dips, the free little cans of coke or whatever that are sometimes thrust at me by agency pretties when you come out of the tube. I just rather not.

I won't take something I don't want right then just because it is going for nothing.

Maybe I am odd.

And I have just noticed all my posts so far today have been about food.

Maybe I am pregnant.........

Sits in our reception.

I say large, it was probably when it was deliverd. Now about 30 pots remain out of the "up to 1000" that were to be bunged us.

The flavours are Chocolate (no suprise there) or Strawberry and Raspberry.

I have not indulged. Because I don't actually have much of a sweet tooth.

Now if it had been a crate of Samosas I would have been dead chuffed.

See, I am never happy.

Apologies to you Gu fans out there, but for me this is rather like a non-drinker inheriting a Whisky distillery.

Still at least nice things like this don't happen here every day.

Actually this is the first nice thing I can remember happening here......

An internal email Arrives.

"Our colleague, EA, has wone a competition whereby Gu will deliver up to 1000 of their deserts to this office tomorrow, Friday 3rd October, so anyone who is around can pick one up - only downside is you'll have to bring your own spoon."

As Homer Simpson once (sort of) said "Mmmmmmm free Gu"

But don't feel too envious, as some of you know - I don't actually like the stuff that much.

Just my luck, no one round here wins a competition to have free caviar and chilled Vodka delivered do they!

EDIT: and yes I have sent a text at great expense to the biggest Gu fan I know of, just to let her know. heh!

Straight after Never mind the buzzcocks has finished in fact.

I have fed and watered Sarah and she is watching James May on the telly doing stuff about vertical flight. He is her favorite from top gear, so she is enthralled.

After that she is going to bed, and I am going to slob. No interneting tonight.

I was so tired today I could not walk properly. Kept tripping over things that were not there. So no lunchtime visit to the pub and no wine tonight.

But on the train home that most annoying thing happened - I went right through being dog tired and out the other side to awake!

BUGGER! I hate doing that, now I may not get off to sleep tonight when I need to.

But I will try.

hope you awake people all have a good evening, see you tomorrow.

We are sat watching the TV and one of those adverts for the Army comes on.

Join up, make lots of mates, see the world and never ever EVER get shot at for real in some far off county EVER! sort of thing.

So there is one brief scene where a group of "camouflaged tourists" are standing chest deep in a river in a jungle.

Sarah furrows her brow and says,

"I would not want to be in their shoes"

"Well darling, they would be very wet"

"And far too big" She added.

Kids always cut straight to the nub of the matter...........

I can still feel my in ear headphones - in my ears obviously - and I am not wearing them!

Maybe I listen to the mp3 thing too much.........

Sitting drinking wine and listening to planet rock with borrowed lappy on my lap I mean.

Planet Rock has apparently won a couple of Sony radio awards and one from America as well. Not bad for a station that was going to be shut not long ago.

Have done the big adult talky stuff with Jo about what we are going to do regarding the house. And now my bloody head hurts. I just don't know. And no one say rent it out please. Not going to - I do not want to be someones landlord!

So the cheap Echo Falls Merlot is open, and a blog is here.

In other news, you can't smoke in restaurants in Tallin BUT when we were in the big beer hall thingey - they had a smoking room! A nice one too.

And they had them at the airport. Now why the fuck can't we do that over here eh!

Anyway. Time to nose around blog and some other sites that I fequent at this lateish hour.

Curses this building between 12.00 and 15.00.

Pages take ages to load and emails refuse to do anything like open quickly.

Must be because unlike me, so many people here are loafing looking for new jobs.

I was going to tell you about the nearly falling asleep during sex thing, but trying to post anything got so frustrating I gave up on that idea.

I was going to mention the guy in the suit sitting outside a restaurant in soho smoking a Hooka pipe while on his mobile phone, but that sounds like I am making it up.

We in london are being deluged and dazzled in almost equal measure, rain then sun, rain then sun. I wish it would make up its fucking mind out there!

Still...... back to the attempted surfing.

Where the fuck 2008 has actually gone!?

As I strolled back from the building society I saw a chap crossing the road.

Yeah I know, it never stops in this here fancy “The London”

As he did so a cab (going at a walking pace) nearly ran him down. It was trying to clear the junction before the lights changed and was being held up by the traffic.

Crossing the road geezer was not impressed- he jumped back out of the path of the slow moving cab and as it went by, punched his hand through the closed front passenger side window, spraying the driver with glass.

“IT WAS FUCKING GREEN! GREEN YOU CUNT! IT WAS GREEN!” he screamed referring to the little man that tells you all is well and you are safe to cross.

The Taxi driver swung his cab violently into the gutter and jumped out, and these two chaps proceeded to roar into each others faces from millimetres as per the guidelines laid out in DeBrets “London life and how to live it”

And no, they didn’t come to blows. The window puncher walked off fuming and the cab driver set about clearing the glass out of the front of his cab.

What the poor sap passenger sat in the back of said cab thought about this is anyones guess.

I thought I had a bad temper……………….

I was going to write something interesting for a first post this morning. Or at least attempt to.

As you can see I failed.

My first attempt was something about time and how you experience it defferently as you get older.

The second attempt was something far too revealing about sex, but it would have ended with a "what about you?" to get you to tell me your shameful secrets.

But I gave up, due to being a tad dull witted at the moment. I think I need some fresh air.

I also need that woman over there to stop bending over, she is sooooooooo distracting.

Anyway.

Hope you are all having a good morning.

And I apologise in advance, but I intend to be on here rather alot today.

So now would be a good time to pour that cup of coffee into the disk drive.