Nobody leaves without a photo

Our old landlord (that's ex rather than elderly) came over today. I like him. He has hair that I'd kill for. And the cutest son on the planet. And he's kinda cool. So naturally I plied him with orange juice and took as many pics of him as I could. Results are here.

Rest of the day has been busy closing up gum. Booze ended badly when I baulked at 1am e-mails, demands that I spend more time in NYC and general chaos. Was just not a marriage made to work. Like Kate and Jon or Pamela Anderson and anybody. A shame as there are good people all over it. Good enough to make my absence go unfelt I'm sure.

Looking forward to finally having the decks cleared and getting on with my stuff. Business is looking as though it's about to really take off and I don't want to be caught with my pants down (mixing metaphors?)

Right enough of my rambling - time to tidy before my beautiful and successful wife comes home

Deliberate

I'm in the middle - or rather at the start of watching what promises to be the excellent The Damned United

But every time someone speaks Jude hits suck on the vacuum cleaner - and drowns out the dialogue.

It's now quite comic.

As is the scheduling with one of the companies I'm trying to work with. Shambolic. Ho-hum.

It's time to bring back "fuckwittery" I think