Brain dead in Burger King
A replay of yesterday, except without the reviving five minutes by the river. Left work late, and this evening they provided a taxi to Victoria, which was nice. In the back of the cab I called Janet to apologise for not being able to make it to her conference in Brighton tomorrow.
Had a briefing for yet another new pitch this evening, which was a good hour's break from the pitch I am currently working on. The new one's for a premium beer company, so we had to drink a bottle during the briefing. Then back to slave over dozens of wretched powerpoint slides for hours on end. Rather tangentally, I drew a quick cartoon strip which we've included as part of our presentation.
Things I'd like to do instead of writing: be a cartoonist, make stained glass windows, be a radio phone in host along the lines of Frazier Crane.
A few snatched non-work conversations during the day. Spoke to Mum briefly, as she emailed me to say that she had found her money-making painting style again. Spoke to Trace who is off to the US for a holiday tomorrow, and fleetingly to the French Bloke. Hardly had time to speak to the Gnome apart from anyone else.
Back home on the train, and listening cheerfully again to Diary of a Nobody. Home at 11:30 and am now typing my blog, listening to Blue by Joni Mitchell, and drinking a nice cup of tea. Looking forward to reclaiming some sort of life, after the pitch tomorrow.
Disgusting things I ate tonight... at work crisps and chocolate biscuits. And standing near Burger King in Victoria having just missed my train: vile french fries and an unspeakable peri peri chicken baguette.
And so to bed.
A replay of yesterday, except without the reviving five minutes by the river. Left work late, and this evening they provided a taxi to Victoria, which was nice. In the back of the cab I called Janet to apologise for not being able to make it to her conference in Brighton tomorrow.
Had a briefing for yet another new pitch this evening, which was a good hour's break from the pitch I am currently working on. The new one's for a premium beer company, so we had to drink a bottle during the briefing. Then back to slave over dozens of wretched powerpoint slides for hours on end. Rather tangentally, I drew a quick cartoon strip which we've included as part of our presentation.
Things I'd like to do instead of writing: be a cartoonist, make stained glass windows, be a radio phone in host along the lines of Frazier Crane.
A few snatched non-work conversations during the day. Spoke to Mum briefly, as she emailed me to say that she had found her money-making painting style again. Spoke to Trace who is off to the US for a holiday tomorrow, and fleetingly to the French Bloke. Hardly had time to speak to the Gnome apart from anyone else.
Back home on the train, and listening cheerfully again to Diary of a Nobody. Home at 11:30 and am now typing my blog, listening to Blue by Joni Mitchell, and drinking a nice cup of tea. Looking forward to reclaiming some sort of life, after the pitch tomorrow.
Disgusting things I ate tonight... at work crisps and chocolate biscuits. And standing near Burger King in Victoria having just missed my train: vile french fries and an unspeakable peri peri chicken baguette.
And so to bed.
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