The Virgin lounge at Heathrow is playing easy listening dance music - the modern day elevator music. But at least it's a step closer to home. I'm not good at strange offices, strange new people and stranger hotels. Maybe it's an age thing. Maybe its my obsession with my weight and the fear that every day away seems to see me slipping farther away from the gym and towards the slub in a suit demeanor of the people around me.
The week here was pretty pointless - I didn't get to change the work, to present it or really to comment upon it. I did add expensively flown in numbers to what was a meeting chock full of expensively flown in people.
Anyway the flight is on time I'm told and I should make it home by about 13.30 - so right now all is well with the world
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
Dr Who in Cardiff
They filmed this year's Dr. Who Xmas special in Cardiff. I mention this only because it features Catherine Tate - who I watched last night on TV.
The US closes down most of the TV shows in early December and the idea of Xmas specials beyond talk show and game show hosts in hats is unfathomable. It's a shame really because Xmas TV in the UK really is family TV and there's not enough of that.
Of course the first Xmas reality show will be huge... Carol Idol
The US closes down most of the TV shows in early December and the idea of Xmas specials beyond talk show and game show hosts in hats is unfathomable. It's a shame really because Xmas TV in the UK really is family TV and there's not enough of that.
Of course the first Xmas reality show will be huge... Carol Idol
Thursday, November 09, 2006
The Milestone Hotel
Well this is today's hotel in my ever moving hotel tour of London and it's all rather nice. Eastern European doorman, 50s faced northerners behind the concierge desk, stout receptionists in sensible shoes, mint on your pillow, Laura Ashley on your duvet, Union Jack flying, unused pool owning, floorboard creaking, porn disguising (special offer 24 hour internet access that just happens to unlock all porn) and overlooking the park. A shame then that it's miles from anywhere you'd want to be and seems to repel taxis.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Outrageous
so, having spent $900 on a one night stay in what could best be described as a hotel that had seen its heyday at around the same time as Cyndi Lauper had seen hers I've now moved to another hotel so far north of the office it comes with its own sled and team of huskies.
My, isn't London expensive?
And yet it's packed with Bentleys - you can't move for them - each looking for all the world like a Chrysler 300 - but with more fake looking wood. I'm amazed at the number of people here who seem to be rolling in dough - and it's not just the Russians and their 'model girlfriends'... it is (it seems) everybody but me.
I watched a while this morning as a group of young guys set about sweeping the leaves from the street outside a row of expensive houses. Moving carefully between the tonnes and tonnes of expensive German sheet metal they barely seemed to cast a glance upward. Which made me wonder - where are the riots? where is the class war? why haven't the Prosche drivers been garrotted.
At least in the US we have the good sense to place the disenfranchised well away from the people with money. In places like New Orleans. And where proximity is forced (LA for example) we build large electric fences and have them patrolled by trigger happy young men with something to prove. This, it seems to me, is entirely sensible and neccessary.
Yet the Brits seem to work on their own particular caste system - on people knowing their place and believing that what they have is what they ought to have. There's a satisfaction here that amazes me - a carefully balanced social system too delicate even to be examined.
I'll stop meandering and try to get to a point - if you want me I'll be out keying Mercs
My, isn't London expensive?
And yet it's packed with Bentleys - you can't move for them - each looking for all the world like a Chrysler 300 - but with more fake looking wood. I'm amazed at the number of people here who seem to be rolling in dough - and it's not just the Russians and their 'model girlfriends'... it is (it seems) everybody but me.
I watched a while this morning as a group of young guys set about sweeping the leaves from the street outside a row of expensive houses. Moving carefully between the tonnes and tonnes of expensive German sheet metal they barely seemed to cast a glance upward. Which made me wonder - where are the riots? where is the class war? why haven't the Prosche drivers been garrotted.
At least in the US we have the good sense to place the disenfranchised well away from the people with money. In places like New Orleans. And where proximity is forced (LA for example) we build large electric fences and have them patrolled by trigger happy young men with something to prove. This, it seems to me, is entirely sensible and neccessary.
Yet the Brits seem to work on their own particular caste system - on people knowing their place and believing that what they have is what they ought to have. There's a satisfaction here that amazes me - a carefully balanced social system too delicate even to be examined.
I'll stop meandering and try to get to a point - if you want me I'll be out keying Mercs
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
London
Flying to London tonight... my return has been delayed so not back until Saturday now but at least the delay means that I get to take the purple plane back and to feel like a proper Jetrosexual.
More stuff from London when I get there. If you're in London and wanna drink / dance / cook me dinner then leave a comment - I promise to get back to you
More stuff from London when I get there. If you're in London and wanna drink / dance / cook me dinner then leave a comment - I promise to get back to you
Sunday, November 05, 2006
I started to cough today...
... and whilst rationally I know that people get coughs in winter I can feel death's warm stench damp upon my neck.
More scared today than I've ever been. Weird huh? The threat of disease being more terrifying than the presence of disease.
Time to pull myself together, get on a plane and talk food with people who don't respect my opinion (again) all the while mourning for my lost sense of triviality.
More scared today than I've ever been. Weird huh? The threat of disease being more terrifying than the presence of disease.
Time to pull myself together, get on a plane and talk food with people who don't respect my opinion (again) all the while mourning for my lost sense of triviality.
Brrrr
It's 11C outside
Last night it dropped to about 3C
Why did people choose to settle here? Surely when the first winter hit they must have thought 'bugger this' and at least considered following the migrating birds?
I'm missing Singapore this morning.
It must be bad.
Time I think for a week in the sun somewhere
Last night it dropped to about 3C
Why did people choose to settle here? Surely when the first winter hit they must have thought 'bugger this' and at least considered following the migrating birds?
I'm missing Singapore this morning.
It must be bad.
Time I think for a week in the sun somewhere
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