Thursday, 24 July 2014

Thursday PM.

Brighton was 30 degrees - but the train seemed air conditioned - as was the office I worked in - so I didn't mind. The wind off the sea was as hot as something from my oven. I'd forgotten that it was the last week in July / first week in August - so Brighton was rammed - and there was a constant stream of people piling out of the station with bags on wheels, fighting over taxi cabs.

I met my client in a cafe in Hove that tries really hard to be trendy - too hard. The staff are all in love with themselves, totally vacant and self absorbed. The woman who served me was a moron - she had 50's hair and glasses, piercings, and appeared to have a full body tattoo.  It took 10 mins to get the cu of tea from behind the counter to my table - by which time it was stewed to undrinkability and the milk had turned. During this time she managed to be very busy serving nobody else - a woman at the till gave up and walked out - and the other person working there managed to get an order of 3 coffees wrong twice. I won't be back. But none of that matters 'cos they all looked great. Apparently.

Meeting wet well - picked up some more work and a licensing project I've worked hard on over the last 6 months might be made into a TV series. I get on very well with the client and he's good at his job, so the day was very well spent.

I needed a pen to make some notes on the journey home. I made the mistake of going into Smiths at Churchill Square, they have a ground floor main entrance, and a large basement area with a Post Office. There are no pens on the ground floor -so I left, quite angry. I went to the branch at the station - they had 3 Bic Biros for £8.99. That's why I hate Smiths.

Despite having some time left over and a good wander around Brighton, I found myself quite bored so I went back to the studio. Hastings was hot, and there were lots of people swimming in the sea.

Senile greyhound disgraced himself again by becoming hysterical because the old woman next door was watering her plants.

I'm seriously getting into the idea of taking down the bathroom ceiling.

Domestic design, mid century style - baby bath.

Thursday morning

About to leave the office and get the train to Brighton, expected to be the hottest day of the year so far. Not looking forward to it.

I now have 7 jobs waiting for the go ahead - one will start tomorrow - the rest... who knows. It's that time of year when nothing gets done, everyone is on holiday and nobody pays their bills.

One of my 'colleagues' let me down very badly yesterday - it's the usual story - don't get friendly with people in the same industry - they always let you down/rip you off/steal your work and contacts.

The heat is making it really difficult to sleep - I had a strange dream last night that seemed to co pell me to take down the ceiling in the bathroom and have it open to a skylight. Not sure where that came from.

Right. Better get my train.

Tuesday, 22 July 2014

Tuesday. A write off.

Had intended getting a lot done today, but a visitor - a few unexpected jobs, and the heat all conspired against me. I did find out something curious. I mentioned about a year ago that someone was living in one of the  houses behind me, and had at least one large rottweiler - which seemed to be fairly passive but who went to great lengths to hide the dog and avoid any contact with other people. Turns out that (and I DO NOT MAKE THESE THINGS UP) they were some strange Latvian people running an illegal dog breeding outfit and had about 20 rottweilers in the garden of a large house that they took on, but never paid any rent - which is why they were only there for 6 months. I found myself in the house of their next door neigh our today - who turns out to be a film editor working with someone I know, hence the visitor.

The dogs enjoyed having a visitor - it wore me out.

I have to walk into work tomorrow - left the bike there on Monday. I'll be going in early - very busy day expected, and then I'm working in Brighton on Thursday. have had some more work enquiries - I now have 6 projects waiting for the go-ahead, and I'm quite sure at least 5 of them will never start.

I'm sitting at my desk in the front of my house, daydreaming an elaborate scheme to have shutters made for the bay window.