I've been to Stratford in London today, first time I've see the site of the 2012 Olympics. Off to the O2 this evening with Mrs CF to see Robbie Williams
I've scrapped all the moss and stuff off the roofs of my garages. Knackard now resting on sofa watching time team before going to manchester cathedral to watch Connor oburst this eve, after a few in the northern quarter of course!
I stayed in a hotel near Newcastle last night. I found a card in a local phone box advertising various "services" from a woman called Trixie, so when I got back to my room, I dialled the number, and this sexy female voice answered, asking how she could help me? I told her I'd like a massage, followed by some doggie, some whipping, and a bit of her being on top. She said that in future, could I ensure that I dialled "9" first to get an outside line.....
its not complicated or long winded at all, just made that way by civil servants (I include MP's and peers in that) justifying their jobs just like a contractor blames the supplier, the supplier blames the contractor, the customer gets nothing: self interest rules
I've been writing and re-writing a response to a client telling them to poke their business without it sounding too harsh. It's hard when you really want to let rip and tell them to stop taking the piss. I've also written a piece of PR about a project we've just completed in Colorado. And I've just had some lunch and I'm having some raspberries that a colleague has brought in from her garden. I may go out on the bike for a couple of hours after work
sat out back having a smoke, wife and kids down the caravan park for the week with her family had a good run on the bike, scortchio. can it get any better?.