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These spammers are annoying aren't they? tsk, tsk.... Well, you'll be pleased ot hear the client likes my love heart quite a lot and they have withdrawn their threat of sending a couple of cunty 'nathans' down to sit with me. They want more doing to it but they are general comments rather than 'could you make it less shit please?' Although being given the somewhat vague 'could I get more violence in them please' eh? At least it isn't one of the usual useless mean-nothing phrases we often get 'could you make it more dynamic?', well, I could if you could explain exactly what that means in relation to changing the image. I did an image a while back which was an exhaust sticking out of the water like a periscope. I think it was for vauxhall. It had a wake behind it as it was meant to be moving, I did a very good job and the comment I got back was 'I feel that the wake looks like it is coming off something travelling at 27 knots, whereas I see it travelling at around 18-20 knots'. What a twat, just say 'could you shorten the wake a little please?'. about 95% of advertising 'creatives' are fucking nipples. It'll be a nice portfolio piece when it's done. New girl went out and searched for stuff I could use to photo for the crumbly interior, came up with the genius idea of a body shop bath bomb. Will be prefect. I shall have to send her a mail saying 'nice one'. Well, not saying 'nice one' as that is a phrase used by dickheads. While she was out my boss apparently told her to get a load of this dried fruit from waitrose for me. He noticed the figs and said waitrose prunes and soft fruit were really good (they are dried then rehydrated a bit). I thought 'I may try them sometime' but in comes the girl with 2 fuck off bags of them. nice sentiment from him but a bit much for me to work through. the other lad phoned in ill today as he was 'exhausted'. well, I'm fucking exhausted too after god knows how many very early mornings. pffft. I noticed a tiny alleyway off the high street that I haven't seen before. It's very wee and I got an urge to walk down it just for a nose. But didn't. I'm going to the south coast tonight. Had a couple of beers with my flatmate in patricks last night. We got on to discussing his receeding hairline and how he's dreading cutting his hair off as he has a very oddly shaped head. He had me creased up laughing. He's a really good friend. | ||
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