Memory

It’s fascinating, going back through old blog entries, what utter bollocks I was saying only a year or two ago. Which obviously implies, by the principle of universality, that what I am saying now will become utter bollocks as well.

And I found a misplaced apostrophe in an early post – the horror, the horror!

Prima Donna

Had our office Christmas party last night – black tie bash in a London hotel. Frankie Boyle was supposed to be the compere/comic turn, but what a train wreck. He came on, moaned a bit about people blowing kazoos and then when someone let off one of those balloon things that whizz around the room, he stormed off the stage not having even completed one joke. Last year we had Cheggers and he could cope with people waving iPhones with pictures of his todger at him. Frankie couldn’t even cope with a room of 400 slightly drunk people having a good time. It turns out that Orbis is harder than Frankie Boyle.

Cheggers for next year…

Set the controls for the heart of the sun

Watching a programme on Pink Floyd the other night that I had recorded ages ago and was reminded of this track (I hesitate to call it a song :). I actually quite like it but nothing could match up to the title of the track, which I still think is just one of the best names ever invented. I assume it inspired the bit after the Restaurant at the End of the Universe in HHGG, which is pretty good going as well.