Back from the cold

Oh my God, has it been cold lately or what!? I don't think I saw the temperature get over 7 degrees this whole past week. I am completely gagging for my holiday home now. My skin is so white I think I've become opaque... and without some sun I may soon start to disappear. Having said all that, my current bone white complexion does make the dark lines under my eyes stand out more, giving me that gaunt, haunted look so coveted by goths the world over. All I need now is the morbid attitude.

Ahh yes, those eye enhancing dark smudges. They come complements of work. I did some extra bits to help streamline my own work here in south west London and my line manager asked to see an example of what I'd done, so I sent him an e-mail with the work attached. He was quite impressed and thinks the entire team should adopt my ideas. He then asked me if I'd like a 20 minute slot at the next team meeting to present what I'd done. Not being the type to turn down an opportunity to stand out a bit, I said yes. So besides normal working hours, much of the evenings this week have been dedicated to bashing out a (pretty damn good if I don't say so myself) Powerpoint presentation on said ideas. Today I presented it. It went well. My name will be mentioned in high placed. I couldn't ask for more than that.

On the leisure side of things, I'm so keen to play squash that I dropped into JJB's this evening on the way home from work and picked up a new squash raquet, some squash balls, and... ohhhh... and and and... a Puma wrist band to wipe the sweat I intend to generate off my forehead. So will someone please come play with me now? And while I'm about it, if anyone in London reads this and feels like a bit of social touch-rugby then be at Clapham Common tube station at 10:45. There's a group of us who play every Saturday... hangovers and all. Usually followed by a couple of cold ones in the pub. It's a good vibe but the Aussies are KILLING us Saffa's at the moment so get yer green and gold on and come join! Uncle Madiba needs YOU! *pointing finger*

For some bizarre reason this is the funniest thing I've read all week. My 4 year old walks around the house saying: "hello. I am david hasselhoff." I blame spongebob the movie. It comes complements of Kit.

I see that the master of sampling, Eminem, is back with a wicked new tune. I think it's the dogs! It's like minimalist music - just a drum beat, a sample, and Marshal waxing lyrical. But the best bit is that he seems to have returned to his roots. No more wanky dumbass lyrics, instead they've been replaced by something with more substance. Bring it on I say!

And some more great albums to listen to:

The Vaselines - The Way of the Vaselines (The Vaselines are the original writers and performers of Nirvana covers 'Son of a Gun', 'Molly's Lips', and of course the anthem 'Jesus Don't Want Me for a Sunbeam' Not a new album, but recently re-released on Subpop Records. It's raw, dual vocal, pre-grunge punk rock' Geddit!)
Athlete - Tourist
The Zutons - Who Killed the Zutons

And it's at this stage that I decide this post is FAR too fragmented to be allowed to continue.