feeling crappy
inventing uses for the Dyson desktop fan thing (mostly involving bubbles and ping pong balls)
wondering what the connection between “rock-hard, pointless and unbearably pain-inducing” and “wisdom” actually is
suffering from acute design-envy whilst looking through fellow FFF-ers websites
thoroughly enjoying Zombieland
mildly enjoying FlashForward, but accepting that it’s basically just a glorified screensaver until Lost starts again
being fed ridiculous amounts of M&S chicken soup by Dr B (I fear she may be feeding me up for… something …)
culling
being a grumpy old sod who resents the sudden arrival of 10,000 students called Josh and Tammy in York, all of whom want to get in my way and smell weird
waiting patiently for my D&AD annual (and it still isn’t here. Sigh.)
looking forward to a spot of relaxing weekendery with Drs B, Kermode and Zoidberg.