under another sun

Insomnia and Alcazar A single hour's sleep left me feeling a bit sorry for myself. But was pepped up by a fortifying breakfast of crumpets, toast and tea with Mum and Mase , before Mase drove me through the sleety rain to Stanmore station. Work pleasant and I contributed to a good idea with the Gnome and Nick which we were quite cheerful about. Worked on my poems on the train then hurried home out of the cold. Got an email from the editor of Skyline magazine about ordering copies. From this it appears that Skyline is nothing better than a vanity press, which at no point was made clear. This leaves me very irritated to have wasted my time on it. Best part of the day was talking to Sprinkles in sunny Florida as I lurked indoors away from the cold and dark. Saw this music video today while working on some concepts. I defy anyone not to have a smile on their face after watching Crying at the Discoteque by Alcazar . Turns out Sarah likes it too.

Friday, Skyline and more Lynching Up surprisingly easily this morning having been entirely sensible the night before. Off to work, and met Max the Mentor not far from the office, who linked arms with me and we walked companionably into work. Today was her twentieth year in the agency. Made me think how one of the things about working at the same place for seven years is that you do make some good friends. For me, not a bad day, worked on another pitch blog, and was taken out for some Italian grub by a nice suit called Nicoletta to discuss the overarching strategy for a new pitch. I like her and we had a nice chat. Her fiance is the pleasant opera singer I met a few weeks ago. I am going to get sucked into a world of pitching again for the next couple of weeks. Back to work and the Gnome and I were slightly bogged down. Felt enervated and so I focused more on coughing impressively. However I encountered an even more jaded-looking French Bloke in a meet during the afternoon. He is simpl...