Bottled at source in Lennoxtown.

Mar 06, 2009 17:10

Just watched neo cortex and thalamus dribble out of right ear and splatter on work schedule below.

No one in this room just now is at all even vaguely fun. Can't stop staring at Rufus' hair... he's just shaved it off but he's left this little bit of a fringe that he's gelled straight up. Point taken- that is fun but there is no one here that registers just why exactly it is fun.

Memo: Next months cover feature - hairstyles to look out for. Have them all sporting it in a week.

How long do these breifs even last?

Memo: Cut down briefing time. Buy Rufus hat. Or more hair gel, possibly with a coloured tint.

Barley asking for more inches of column; compensating for somethingwhut? Fine. Yeah. Fine.

Tonight maybe break out the Clos des Epéneaux. Friday, isn’t it?

Of course it is, that's why I'm listening to this.

Memo: Look up HillbillyGlam, find out what the fuck Ned is on about. If there’s no definition- define it.

Fuck it, Google.

Oh bloody Hell.

HillbillyGlam not gospel yet, just in Ned’s head (for now), however, have found next weeks front cover- needs editing, find out who owns rights, B.B.B, Sorted.

Home time yet?

Yawn.





Cue hilarious comment about personal resemblance/photo of the family/this evenings date.

Memo: Remember to laugh.

my god he was right, hillbillyglam hits london town, idiots, this water isn't chilled., ned, where's my charlie, ffs, quel est le point?, sugarape, bored, bla bla bla, work, brain rape

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