Monday 31 August 2009

Bristol Museum vs Banksy


Two hours in line, it was worth it. Five hours? Maybe not.

Gastro barbecuing


Rosemary stalks for skewers - that's fancy camping.

Sunday 30 August 2009

So this is camping?


So this is camping, no wonder my parents bought a caravan and we spent every summer up at Pauanui (before it became wanky that is).

Saturday 29 August 2009

Come on, Come on, Come on, Get Through It


This poster was a highlight of my daily, three part commute. It read in my mind lyrically and shot me back to the summer of '99 when I had bought the Best of Blur from the Warehouse and dubbed it onto a hyper yellow cassette to play in my car. The radio was hinky, installed with love by my sister while I was away with my parents in the UK, which may have been the reason she plastered a bumper sticker announcing 'BRAT' on the back of my first car - a smoky white diesel station wagon. I looked like a courier, but I would get hoarse driving home from a crappy house party on a Friday night singing 'Tender'.

The ten o'clock Restricted License curfew saved me from a tragic youth. And that poster saved me from getting impatient when the platform got congested.

Friday 28 August 2009

Thursday 27 August 2009

Urgent work related materials sent through internal mail


Bribery to do work for an American colleague. Sharing my yanky treat, one team mate used the words 'something from Chernobyl' to describe the taste. More for me then.

Wednesday 26 August 2009

Monday 24 August 2009

Worse than swine flu


Yesterday I came down with the worse case of home sickness to date. There really is no place like home.

Unless I could have all the people I miss here, kinda like visting Oz.
My brother would already be cast as the tin man.

Saturday 22 August 2009

The packing begins


Making a head start in the packing. The new place has cupboard doors on the fridge/freezer, fancy pants, but what will I do with all these magnets and my shopping list?

Friday 21 August 2009

Rosé for lunch


The only problem with having a quick drop at lunch is for the following two hours my brain turns to wool.

Canary Wharf Security


A demonstration, but I'm not sure what for. Interrupted Thursday night drinks for all the security on shift though.

Wednesday 19 August 2009

Sunday 16 August 2009

Wednesday 12 August 2009

This is England


It's just an observation, any comment further would sound racist. But this is an accurate capture of the neighbourhoods we can afford to live in.

A believable front?

Monday 10 August 2009

Southend-on-Sea


Walking on Southend's Pier - the world's longest pleasure pier at 1.34 miles.

Sunday 9 August 2009

In lieu


In lieu of a daily photo from today, here's a month old shot from Nice. Celebrating our engagement, in front of 'our' fountain.

Saturday 8 August 2009

Isle of Dogs


Smiling on our way back from more apartment viewings, we may have found a place to live.

Thursday 6 August 2009

Three thousand shades of grey


Trying to notice the nice parts of our neighbourhood before we get out. Trying harder to ignore the 4-6 police cars and ambulance outside our house on Monday...

Wednesday 5 August 2009

You can go first


A project at work that was driving me to drink, finally went live. The client sent through some fancy pants chocolates as a thanks... at around £40 for a box, I'm a little suspicious.

Sunday 2 August 2009

Saturday 1 August 2009

The front room pub


You ask me That Question, and on a Friday of WFH, I'll chill a glass and poor you one for you.

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