Eh bien. It is now nearly six weeks since I dyed my hair dark in an attempt to disguise the hideous red, and I have giant light roots which make me look either old or albino. I think the time has come, children, for another hair dying extravaganza. Am off to buy dye after work; will keep you all posted.

What ho, chaps! I trust everyone has had a jolly August bank holiday! I certainly have, and have every intention of now telling you about it in great detail. Good times. Ein minuten bitte, however, while I check ticket availability for Arcadia ( Read more... )

I write this sitting on the sofa. Which is less interesting, I grant you, than some other literary openings. Anyway, so much has happened for me to tell you all about, that I'm bound to leave everything interesting out. However, I will try my best, sadly hampered by the fact that I'm about to explode from an excess of chicken korma (mmm, chicken ( Read more... )

Ah, the weekend, that oasis of awesomeness in the desert of officedom... Yesterday, Katie and I GOT UP EARLY (yes, ON A SATURDAY) in order to go to Kingston (there is nothing I don't love about Kingston) for a bit of shopping. You will all, I know, be ecstatic to hear that, after three and a half years, we have finally bought a new little scrubbing ( Read more... )

In the harsh light of day, I regret to say that my situation seems even worse. The hair is brighter but my soul* is darker. Already three people who have no business being in our office have been up to look at it. Emma couldn't stop laughing this morning, and when I say "Emma", I actually mean "Emma, Bob and Rachael ( Read more... )

THIS IS THE MOST TRAGIC NIGHT OF MY LIFE, A NIGHT I MAY WELL NOT SURVIVE. A NIGHT OF WOE AND WAILING AND WEEPING (AND PROBABLY THE GNASHING OF TEETH ETC). I (A) CLEARLY NEED SOME SORT OF HAIR CHUM (THOUGH KATIE HAS BEEN DOING HER TINY BEST) AND ALSO (B) NEED TO FIND NEW FRIENDS WHO DO NOT LAUGH AT MY TRAUMATICALLY TRAGIC AND TRAGICALLY TRAUMATIC ( Read more... )

I overheard two Australian girls talking on the tube this morning. One of them said she thought the summer was probably over. The other agreed, and said she just hoped they had another nice day for something they were doing. The first one said, yes, and wasn't it something when you had to hope for one nice day in the summer. I laughed a little ( Read more... )

I submit that one of the most valuable consequences of the film Psycho is that the famous shower scene renders completely unnecessary any attempt to describe the appearance of one's bathroom after the application and subsequent removal of red hair dye.