Life in the middle

Allow me to introduce you to...

...Jean-Pierre, my moustache.

He's pretty shy, so be quiet as you say hello. And don't make any sudden movements.

 

We shall be joining the French Foreign Legion first thing in the morning.

Au revoir.

Beardy.

I'm growing a beard. Actually I have grown a beard. (Look, there it is - that dark bit on my chin and cheeks.) It's slightly ginger at the moment, but quite well shaped. I'm growing it as part of Movember, or rather for Movember - I'll be manicuring it into a moustache at the end of the month.

For now I look like either an explorer or a geography teacher, depending who you ask.

Shit!

In life stuff gets thrown at you. Sometimes it's big important stuff, that can be hard to deal with. Other times it's smaller more annoying stuff, that can also be hard to deal with.

But deal we must (even if it stings a little).

Tempting.

I very tempted to take an ad out on this space (which is near my gaff). I wonder if I can trust Rob and if they'd be hidden costs.

I might give him a call.

Magic mask.

I popped round to see the folks in the week, and was confronted by a harrowing situation. We were having roast lamb for our dinner, but upon inspection it was found that there was no mint sauce. I won't share the exact details of what happened next, but let's just say words and blows were exchanged.

When tempers had calmed Harry and I set off for the shops in search of sauce.

Harry was pretty exact in his quest, not wanting to make any errors.

 

After a while he realized that the only way he was going to find what he wanted was to put on his magic mask.

Many people doubt the mask, but it always delivers - it was even 'Colman's' sauce we found.

 

One day that mask will be mine...one day.

Brightdancing Fresh.

He can't sing. He can't dance. And he looks awful.

But Doug E. Fresh can Brightdance (and go a long way).

Ben can't run.

Ben Terrett - he can design. He can create. He can think post-digitally. He can whine. He can drink. He can avoid square shaped cabs. And he bore the shit out of anyone about newspapers. But he can't run. Sure he can dash, but the boy can't run for love nor money.

Lights and questions.

Yesterday I learnt how to make a light flash on and off, using my computer (you'll have to trust me that the red light in the picture below is flashing on and off).

And then I got arrested for it.

I'm now writing this blog from a safe house after escaping from the police station. Only my family, friends, and colleagues (plus anyone who follows me on Twitter) know my real location.

Good morning.

Happy Halloween.

Beware.

Google Waves.

You've probably all heard about the Wave from Google. If not you can use Google's excellent search engine to find some information about it. I've been having a lot of fun with my copy (I've organised 12 barbecues already).

And I've also been helping some of the people around the office understand how it works. To do this I've been making excellent use of a pen and paper.

 

People seemed to have found it pretty helpful. The Witch riding an arrow is a really useful way of thinking about the flow of something or other.

That's pretty much all I have to say on the matter.

So I'll catch you all later.