In lieu of anything interesting to tell you
My hay fever is really bad at the moment. If my nose is not blocked up it's dripping like a leaky tap. V annoying. This week I've been listening to all the The The albums, Sandinista by The Clash and the Dirty Pretty Things cd. We're in the middle of a huge restructure at work an imminent reduction of 'resources' (i.e. staff) is looming. Fingers crossed for a redundancy package. Mum and Dad have gone to Corfu on some sort of hedonistic 'Ibiza style' holiday for grey haired oap's. Mum just emailed to say she's been riding on a big banana dragged behind a speed boat. Upon their return I expect horror stories about dancing to Tony Bennett while on ketamine. Since lunchtime (spag boll from Sainsburys nuked in the office micro) I've played 'Trains To Brazil' by The Guillemots four times and it makes my mood soar (*puts mp3 player into repeat mode*). I'm having one week off work for the next three months and the house in Blackpool needs painting so, hey presto, a project (I'm a graduate of the 'if you want something done do it yourself' school). Must grab a nap after work as I'm meeting Troubled Diva at an east-end molly house tonight. Another email from Mum just arrived with this pic of Dad getting yanked off his ski's. She says he's ok now and that the skin will grow back again.