I bloody love Fridays. Even the fire alarm test at 3.30, culminating in (think female with broad Yorkshire accent) ‘That is the end of the fire alarm test. Could anyone ooh did not ear t’alarm please contact Trillian Services'. Usually followed by cheers eminating from all corners of the floor. Occasionally gets a standing ovation. Sad, isn’t it? ( Read more... )

A brief hello (which I might delete later once 'spirit d'escalier' strikes and I remember the expert witticisms that I was going to post). Especially to those of you commenting on the appearance of my journal (bare as one of the patrons of the Met on Sunday ( Read more... )