Sorry for the lack of recent blog action, but I have just returned from week of 'catching rays' in Portugal.
I haven't got any pictures from my jaunt, but you will just have to believe me when I say: "It was a hoot".
I fucked up the booking for my flights home, so ended I ended up returning to New Cross at about 2.30 am. After taking a couple hours to fall asleep I awoke within the hour with a bulbous, seeping eye. Again, I failed to document the incident. You will just have to believe me when I say: "I had a shitty eye."
Feeling fatigued this morning, I was getting ready for a chillaxing data entry session at work to get me ready for a wholesome early night. Yet my mildly depressing short-term goals were immediately scuppered when my boss informed of my duties for the day. Instead of the database action I had planned, I was assigned the role of dweeb escort; and was ordered to chaperone two computing lecturers to an Internet security fair in Earls Court.
I'm a firm believer in judging a book by it's cover, so when I was greeted by a middle aged man sporting a necklace that consisted of a 20GB Memory Stick on a string, I was less than thrilled. I hope he had pornography on there, but in all likelihood it was probably just an antidote to a computer virus or something similarly lame. Due to their lack of upper-body strength I spent the morning ferrying an array of stands around Earls Court, while they struggled to engage in the basic social interactions that were necessary for them to obtain a visitor's pass. MY JOB IS DA LICK.
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