Hello…
OK I’m sorry. What can I say? Christmas got in the way. I lacked an internet connection. I was lazy. The dog ate it. I left it on the bus. I’ll hand it in tomorrow if that’s OK?
All of those things contributed to a lack of ego fuelled ramblings on here. I caught myself reading my blog earlier and wondering what happened next so being as since no one else is going to write it, I suppose it’s down to me to get on with it. Gawd it’s just work, work, work innit? So, as I always say, where was I?
Right, Bergerac. This is all a little hazy but Bergerac continued to be lovely and a little drink sodden for the next few days. A trip back to the Sherwood pub with Geoff and Michael ended drunkenly again with Geoff and I nattering animatedly to some locals in bizarre French-English. I spoke French, they spoke English, Geoff looked on confused and as though he was about to get one of his heads. Not long after that we went home and watched a bit of an odd French movie which was animated which took the pressure off us to be animated as we weren’t and shortly after that I went to sleep. The next day, we possibly came up with a plan which will mean we never have to do any proper work again. I’m quite sure absolutely nothing can go wrong. We even had a meeting with minutes taken and everything and on paper it all looks good. Nice formatting. Good choice of font. The works. Watch this space. Or even, watch Spaced, which I saw for the first time the other day. You could actually watch a little film I made of it if you really want to kill 30 seconds… Click the pic below for a Spielberg-esque piece of nonsense.
As virile young men, we also had a tense game of domino’s while Michael looked on horrified. I won by a matchstick. We then made the smallest Record Breakers style domino run ever made (Norris McWhirter said) and videoed ourselves knocking it over. All good clean innocent fun in an absolutely-no-responsibility type way. Clickety-Click the pic below for a frankly pointless exercise in futility.
I’m guessing you’ve noticed that there’s more films on here now recorded on my nice little digicam that Fab and Clau bought me a couple of years ago (Thanks lovelies). You don’t have to watch them OK?
Talking of virile young men of Bergerac…
Any road up, a trip in lovely Michael and lovely Andre’s Smart car back to the airport, Geoff and I hungover again but I can’t remember why it was this time. Possibly drink related, then the trip from Stansted to Epsom via tubes and trains with, of course, a delay at Victoria. Ahh it’s good to be back in Berlighty where trains run even more randomly than French ones.
