Area 136

Since cutting off all my hair just over a year ago, I have occasionally thought of going "all the way" and shaving my head.

But today I saw a reason not to pick this time of year to try it.

No, summer is not the time to shave your hair off, especially if the crop that you had was thick enough to block the sun and you catch a touch of red about the head skin parts.

Because obviously the shave will show all that pale white skin that was covered in stubble and you will look like someone has painted the top and back of your head with white emulsion.

Snrk!

If one more group of knobbers from procurment come over and stand around staring at these desks and scratching their chins and trying to decide who is going to sit where I am going to loose my temper.

Or stand up and very vigorously scratch my bollocks.

It is like being in a fucking zoo.

Piss off chaps, I don't move till Friday!

Today I decided that as there was nothing even remotely wanting doing at work, I would take advantage of the sun and go have a coffee in Soho.

I got to work and had breakfast, then grabbed the latest copy of “Classic Rock” from my desk and headed out into the sun.

Soho is rather peaceful between 08.00 and 09.00 in the morning. Not much in the way of through traffic, people strolling to work or doing like me – sitting with a coffee watching the world go by.

As this is going to be my last week working in the area I thought I would make the most of it. I don’t know what “delights” await me in Islington (I believe that is where my new office is….London geography is not my strong point)

So anyway, I sat and drank and read. I was hoping that some local character would appear or something blog worthy would happen but obviously nothing did. I just sat and relaxed.

And now I am back here.

A porter type bod has just turned up and given me two moving crates, so I assume that this move thing is definitely on this time. This is actually the third attempt as it where after earlier postponements.

In other news,

New bloggers – if you are going to send me an invite, at least have something written in your blog so I can see what you are like. A blank blog is not that inspiring to look at and even though you put a message in the invite, until you write something I won’t accept. I mean, you could write mindless smutty rubbish and who really wants to read that?

Ahem.