Well, it's over.

...to write 30,000 words in five days? When at least one of these days will be spent in London?

At the top of my Facebook news feed right now is:

"[name] became a fan of my warm cozy bed, Santa, and death sentences for paedophiles."

Hee.

I put down a deposit on a flat yesterday. I'm moving in on Wednesday. It's called Ethel House and it has a yellow door and a secret passage. I just couldn't pass it up.

Longer entry to follow, but my creative energies are currently being sapped by a couple of extremely lengthy and in-depth email conversations.

Plans to move out are coming on apace. I have a flat viewing later today. It's quite expensive and it's not in the best area, so I've not got my hopes pinned on it, but it's as good a flat as any to get the whole moving-out ball rolling and let my parents know that I'm serious.

Mum is working with me now. That's fine; we email each other and I go ( Read more... )

I swear I am not making any of this up.

[[at my cousin's house, pregnancy photos a-go-go]]

Me: So, what names are you thinking of now?
Rachel: If it's a girl, it'll be Nya. If it's a boy... we both really like Brooklyn.
Me: Brooklyn?!
Rachel: Yeah, everyone reacts like that, they go on about the Beckhams, but we like it.
Me: Please don't call it ( Read more... )

"We're staying at the camp tonight and going to the project site on Tuesday. I just performed Billie Jean in front of thirty Rastafarians."

James seems to be doing well over there. He and his engineering nerds were apparently honoured guests at the opening of a cathedral and shook hands with the prime minister of Tanzania. I'm not sure if they've ( Read more... )

When I switched on my computer this morning I found that some bloke had written a poem, apparently about my eyes, and sent it to me.

I feel faintly disgusted.

Sorry, poetry guy.

I've learnt a lot in the past week. I know about contracts of employment and varying contracts and breaches of contract and when one can and cannot take one's employer to tribunal for such matters. I know about fair dismissal and unfair dismissal and wrongful dismissal and constructive dismissal. I know about written statements and pay statements ( Read more... )

My promotion officially starts next week. They have hired my mother and a man named David Brent to take over my current job.

No, really, they have. My mother and David Brent.

I wrote a really disgusting, horribly crude and tasteless diary entry the other night, and though I have taken steps to ensure it will never be read, ever, I still feel the need ( Read more... )