Friday, 10 June 2011

FRIDAY!!!

I love Fridays.

Went to Brighton yesterday to see the degree shows, good - consistent but rather samey. Individual work often excellent - but the overall impression was a bit muted, no real 'stars'. I then went over to see a client - had a very good meeting, they have accepted my suggestion for the new retail brand name - they don't even want me to work up alternatives, so I'm working on that for the next week and some work for COOP Pharmacy, which needs it be finished by Monday. Happy with all that - good money etc, will come in really useful.

Brighton was packed to the gills with beautiful people, as usual - I don;t know where they all come from. On the station platorm there were two very large seagulls picking away at the body of a dead crow - a group of old people were staring in horror and facination.

On the way home, a very flowery looking girl sat opposite and opened a note book - on page one she wrote 'Questions!! who am I... What do I want... Where am I going... What am I worth?????.' She the moved onto a 5 year plan which included 'bank £60,000' in year 3 - and after that - designed a range of T shirts based on the alphabet.. that have already been done. She looked like the kind of girl who lived in Rye, but actually got off in Hastings. Good luck to her.

We have to start stripping out the studios today to put up the degree shows next week - Monday we are building all the boards and bulkheads with 4' x 8' boards.... I wonder how many students will turn up to help.

2 comments:

Schneewittchen said...

It is a fact that Brighton is packed to the gills with beautiful people, my friend and I have commented on this to each other before. Perhaps it's some kind of magnetic force that makes them all stick together.

Richard said...

I think you have to go through a screening process before you are allowed to live there, they check your wardrobe, teeth and hair - then give you a 'fashion visa' and allow you to live there for a year, before re-applying to remain. If your standards of dress or behaviour drop below acceptable levels you are either sent to Newhaven to live or dumped at sea.

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