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Only rubbish flatbreads and a rubbish apple to last until dinner timeThursday, October 5, 2006
It's hot in the office.  The air con is bust.  I know it will have been the lasses next door putting it on to heat while ours was on cool which has broken it, it's what happened last time. If you don't want the air con, turn it off, don't put it on heat thus fucking up the rest o fthe floors air con.  Women and temperatures, they are rubbish.  Although the lad next to me is a right fanny about it.  We've resorted to opening the window for much needed cool air.  It only tilts forward opening a small gap. I sit right in front of it, it was baking yesterday and everyone agreed that it was a good thing to open it.  Half an hour later 'ooooo, I'm too cold, I'm going to have to shut it'.  Well, don't think about everyone else in the room eh, just think of yourself.  If you're too hot there's nothing you can do of your own accord to cool down.  If you're too cold and everyone else is hot then don't be a selfish twat and pop your jacket on or something, as you are able to warm up of your own accord whereas I can't do the same for cooling down.
Had a pleasant evening, just a few drinks in Patricks.  The floor was covered with cardboard, apparently they are painting the floor.  I got short changed by a tenner but didn't complain, what a fucking idiot.  Test drove my big new coat, it wasn't cold enough to necissitate wearing it but I wanted to see what it looked like anyway.  felt great.  I might get a nice hat to go with it.  combined with the leather gloves, I shall be rocking the commissar look quite well come winter proper.
I am cutting out photos of creepily good-looking arab kids today. It's fucking boring.  It's for a middle east milk campaign we are doing.
Last day of the week for me, up early for monkeyworld tomorrow, going to have to go to Tescos to get a load of fruit and veg for the lads.
New most hated ad, lads in desert trying to hitch a lift when eva whatshername from Desperate Housewives stops to pick them up, he has the 'pepsi max' bar at the bottom, bumps it up and the car b reaks down, bumps it up some more and she says 'looks like we're stuck for the night lets get you two out of those wet clothes'.  they gurn in a 'wahey' type fashion.  What next then, they both fuck eva on the roadside, eh?  Unless I'm much mistaken that seems to be the conclusion they are hinting at.  Guff.

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