An interesting weekend. A little karaoke on Friday, then television for the rest of it. So actually not that interesting at all, now that I've thought about it. Honksy and I consumed a record amount of rocket lollies yesterday....the damp sticks were littered across the coffee table like the broken bodies of Chelsea's destitute players after their crushing humiliation at the hands of a rampant Sunderland. I couldn't get too excited though; Sunderland have always irritated me. I don't really know why.
Songs for this week:
- Cat Power - Lived In Bars
- Fanfarlo - Fire Escape
- Peter Gabriel - Solsbury Hill
- Fleetwood Mac - Sara
- Take That - The Flood
Jeremy, Shan, Charlie and I just came back from a strangely dark lunchtime briefing session in Mexico City. Can't wait to get to our new offices. We had a tour on Friday. They're like the building from Minority Report, with a seventh-floor roof terrace covered in long grass like Russell Crowe runs his hand through in Gladiator. Whilst we were out on it Dan pointed out the added bonus that if things get too stressful we can commit suicide far more easily there than from our current second floor home on the Strand.....a depressing sentiment with which I was compelled to agree.
The housemate search has turned into an ABSOLUTELY UNMITIGATED DISASTER. The Welsh saxophonist has blown us out at the last minute, meaning we now have five days to find someone before Belle moves out. My panic and desperation literally knows no limits.
Your terrified friend,
Action Squid
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