Friday

I bloody LOVE Friday.

Worked really hard yesterday - managed to sort some advertising for a housing association and other stuff, and even better - a job has come in for me that will be approx 9 days at the higher daily rate  chuffed about that. Nice work. Spoke to a mate at a different agency and he told me that his 16 year old son is on work experience at a high profile agency who are so busy they have given him a live brief - for a well know personality and their very well know food range. I shall be looking out for it.

The seagulls are screaming as if it were the end of the world, it's like an avian Bosch out there. ( bin day, black bags everywhere )

Starting to get quite interested in the olympic opening ceremony - now that the Daily mail has decided they hate it already - decrying 'leftie' Danny Boyle being at the helm and wishing it could be 'Lords Cameron and Webber' both of whom would turn it into a crass, comercialised, tacky, camp and creatively bankrupt mess - but at least we's all know the tunes. It does increasingly appear that the event will be a fairly accurate mirror of British life and history - probably that's what they are frightened of. The silly, childish attitude of Seb Coe and Daley Thompson towards who gets to light the flame ( smart money is on Steve Redgrave ) makes them look like gig girls "can't say who it should be, of course - that would be wrong - but it should be my bestest friend Daley/Seb' ( del as nesc. )

Basically - all they really need is my pissed-up youtube playlist - Lark ascending, The Radio 4 Theme Medley, a bit of Kathleen Ferrier, sailing By - and radiohead 's 'No Surprises' - job's a good 'un.

It's actually a nice morning  but it won't last - rain due later.

Waiting for the supermarket to open - I've run out of dog food - they are sulking in the bedroom.