Popped out for a drink with work people last night. Seems my lead artist is off up to one of the effects companies up town today for his interview type thing. My boss obviously knows about as he wished him luck and I think my lead is really miffed that my boss is cool with him going. He's always said he would go ballistic when he found out but he heasn't and already has 2 chaps ready to move in who are ace 3D artists. Have to applaud him for that. My lead and the techy guy were rambling on about how briliant it would be to be able to look at a big film and say to your family 'I did that'. To me that just seems a bit empty, you wont do all of it and no one will udnerstand if you try and explain which 'bit' of it you did. I get satisfaction from seeing my work on billboards and shop shelves around the country, but it isn't my sole motivation.
The pub was its usual depressing self, the toilets absolutely fucking reaked of old piss, you could taste it in your throat for about 10 minutes after. The urinals in there are squashed between two small walls but isn't quite enoguh room for two people to squeeze in there, so you end up being uncomfotably touching shoulders. Couldn't help but notice whoever had down the retouching job of bottles of water coming out of the tap had cloned the same water splash. Very lazy - 6/10. Pathetic when you notice things like that. There was a great looking character stood at the bar, all jowls and thick glasses. Very cartoonish.
My french friend wants to visit next weekend, wee bit short notice like.
I'm going to make the effort and walk up the hill to the cafe I used to go to when we worked at the old place. Wonder if they'll remember my 'usual'? cheese omelette, chips, beans, 2 slices of toast and a cup of tea....magic.
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