Early into work and a bit of preparation for the pitch. Brief chat with Trace about her week away meditating in a Greek island, then off in a rented car with the French Bloke, Rick and Hazel. Hadn't seen the FB for a while as he had been on holiday in France. Much general snickering in the car, arriving early and sitting in the car park. Then we presented to three women with dull cod-like faces for a couple of hours, and then set off again. Our presentation made all through lunch and we were offered nothing at all to eat which is just rude.
We diverted to the Bridge after the drive home where I was last Friday night. Copied the young brainiac Hazel and was rewarded with a nice tuna burger and sweet potato chips. Then back to the agency to take two new briefs. Glanced at the transcript of a telephone interview I had done recently. I don't seem to speak in anything resembling sentences. Left late and tired, after having had a beer in the bar, which only intensified another dratted bout of gloom. In Brighton late again, got a Chinese takeaway.
Listening to Piper at the Gates of Dawn as I write this, as Syd Barrett died recently. I remember being quite surprised when I discovered the title was the name of a chapter from Wind in the Willows. It's an innovative album, much wilder than all the turgid Brick in the Wall stuff that came later from Pink Floyd, and most of it written by Barrett. But it's disturbing too, like one big acid trip. Poor old Syd had a complete nervous collapse, probably due to too much LSD, and became a non-musician recluse for the rest of his life.
In other more cheery news Anna and Baby Klauds are on TV tomorrow. 1:30 pm on ITV1 doing their baby signing interview. Exciting stuff! I predict this to be the first of many Baby Klauds TV appearances.
We diverted to the Bridge after the drive home where I was last Friday night. Copied the young brainiac Hazel and was rewarded with a nice tuna burger and sweet potato chips. Then back to the agency to take two new briefs. Glanced at the transcript of a telephone interview I had done recently. I don't seem to speak in anything resembling sentences. Left late and tired, after having had a beer in the bar, which only intensified another dratted bout of gloom. In Brighton late again, got a Chinese takeaway.
Listening to Piper at the Gates of Dawn as I write this, as Syd Barrett died recently. I remember being quite surprised when I discovered the title was the name of a chapter from Wind in the Willows. It's an innovative album, much wilder than all the turgid Brick in the Wall stuff that came later from Pink Floyd, and most of it written by Barrett. But it's disturbing too, like one big acid trip. Poor old Syd had a complete nervous collapse, probably due to too much LSD, and became a non-musician recluse for the rest of his life.
In other more cheery news Anna and Baby Klauds are on TV tomorrow. 1:30 pm on ITV1 doing their baby signing interview. Exciting stuff! I predict this to be the first of many Baby Klauds TV appearances.
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