Ready to hang wit' the Gnomies
In the office early again, and spent much of the day rushing about getting materials ready for Switzerland, and doing pitch rehearsals. Hoping it will go like clockwork (arf) when we get to hang wit' the Gnomies. Asked the Gnome if there were differences between Welsh Gnomes and Swiss Gnomes, a matter on which he declined to comment.
Fortunately the FB is on this pitch team too, so at least there is some light relief. He is using part of a poem by Dylan Thomas in his part of the presentation, although he insists on combining this with glances in my direction and slurs on the sexuality of all poets.
Otherwise a good deal of hunching over mac computers with designers in the studio, and getting on their nerves by correcting spellings, and tweaking designs - a process which lasted intermittently into the evening. Took the opportunity to have a beer with Pat and Nick while we waited. Nick busy doing Groucho Marx impressions.
Managed another swim at lunchtime, and quite pleased that I managed three this week, though on the flip side, I seem to have been comfort eating for England.
Finally being home, and boofing down on my gold sofa to watch half of Withnail and I, was indescribably brilliant. Then, suddenly, sleep was a must.
In the office early again, and spent much of the day rushing about getting materials ready for Switzerland, and doing pitch rehearsals. Hoping it will go like clockwork (arf) when we get to hang wit' the Gnomies. Asked the Gnome if there were differences between Welsh Gnomes and Swiss Gnomes, a matter on which he declined to comment.
Fortunately the FB is on this pitch team too, so at least there is some light relief. He is using part of a poem by Dylan Thomas in his part of the presentation, although he insists on combining this with glances in my direction and slurs on the sexuality of all poets.
Otherwise a good deal of hunching over mac computers with designers in the studio, and getting on their nerves by correcting spellings, and tweaking designs - a process which lasted intermittently into the evening. Took the opportunity to have a beer with Pat and Nick while we waited. Nick busy doing Groucho Marx impressions.
Managed another swim at lunchtime, and quite pleased that I managed three this week, though on the flip side, I seem to have been comfort eating for England.
Finally being home, and boofing down on my gold sofa to watch half of Withnail and I, was indescribably brilliant. Then, suddenly, sleep was a must.
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