Friday, June 01, 2001

Hello fellow bloggers, after being scorned by e-mail for not blogging for a while (sorry Michael), I am back. It’s been a pretty stressful few weeks job searching wise and I am waiting on an answer from a company I so badly want to work for, I can taste it. Should know by Monday PM.

Apologies to for missing Wednesday at Comptons, I had my second interview on Thursday morning and needed to keep focus (if you know what I mean). Wild horses won’t keep my away from the next meet though.

Life has been a tat dull over on this side of the river, but here are some highlights…

The Tavern on Sunday was fun, met Jonathan which was about time and Wayne, who is surgically attached to his damn camera, took a photo of Guy Stock without knowing who he was. Guy, now we all know each other, we can say hi and not just communicate via e-mail. After the Tavern was just raunchy enough to make the bank holiday weekend memorable, but my lips are sealed.

My mate Andy called on Tuesday with a brilliant idea, a barbi for dinner on Clapham Common. Despite Andy’s butch exterior, he comes up with better ideas than Nigella Lawson and a good time was had by all.

The rest of the week has been spent preparing a presentation for Thursdays second interview. But when I got there, she didn’t even ask to hear it. Preferred to find out more about me (and why shouldn’t she).

This weekend is dinner party time, 3 in a row. I am showing my age again.

Later