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| afternoon everyone, How are you all? Well, I'm still busy and having to deal with a client who changes there fucking minds all the time. Plus they have the added bonus of having no idea about perspective at all. I've had this so many times with clients, having to explain the basics of perspective when they ask for ridiculous things. I mean I learnt perspective at school, what happened with these people? You'd think if they were going to be employed as someone who has direction over artwork that they'd have rudimentary artistic knowledge. But sadly, very few of them do. I don't know how many times the boxes have changed where they go on the landscape and each time they ask for something you find yourself having to say 'well, if you put it that far back it will be like the box is 30 feet high, which doesn't make much sense' 'you fucking moron' is what you want to add to the end. Even had some tits asking for 3 point perspective on these boxes until we had to explain that it would look wrong as you wouldn't see the landscape if you were at an angle that 3 point perspective came in to play. Fucking idiots. I spent ages making some black crocuses yesterday an arl as they were adamant they existed, even though there's no photos of them anywhere. So they ring today to explain that the bloke fucked up, he was thinking of black tulips so could I change them to orange. They are apparently right cunts to deal with in general as well so I won't be too sad to see the back of them. Anyways, enough work chat, what else have I been doing? Well, I popped out for a drink with the missus last night, just to O'Neills but it was canny. They do a decent bowl of cheese topped chips. A bunch of besuited football morons walked in at one point though. My word were they cunts. Singing terrace songs loudly in the pub before it had even kicked off. They were your typical cockerknee wideboy-in suit fucknuts. tottenham fans as well. If you can manage to get in to the pub for half 6 then you would have plenty of time to get a fucking train up to north london to bellow your prick anthems to save everyone in a pub having to suffer it. Moved round the corner to the no smoking bit after a while because they getting me very annoyed. There was an old bloke just sat on a stool looking out the window. He seemed happy enough just having a wee think and a pint. There was a mad old fella round the corner who was trying to latch on to the football tit ends. Quite tragic to watch. After that just chipped off back to the missuses flat for a nice bath and some food before a grand nights sleep. I really didn't want to get up in the morning, which isn't like me normally. Just had a fairly average brie and cranberry sandwich and some sort of sun dried tomato pasta salad thing. When leaving I forgot there was a charity collector in the porch area and I got flustered when he asked me to contribute so I panicked and opted to ignore. I don't like doing that, makes me feel bad, I normally at least say 'no ta'. I should get back to putting sheep and cows in the background of this thing, I may even treat you all and post it up when it's all finished ; ) | ||
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