Cat head

I'm still recovering from jet lag at the moment so apologies for being a bit dopey.

If I write that does it sound like I'm sort of eighties 'go getter'? Because the reality is that I was working until 6am on Sunday like a massive loser and am still recovering. It's not exactly rock and roll, and I certainly didn't 'get' any 'go'... but it's nice to be in the excite-zone again. I'm not sure exactly how much I'm allowed to divulge on a public page, but I had a lot of sound design work to do for a project that's after a rather substantial amount of money... so it had to sound pretty good. And the big Lord Of The Rings rip-off style monster sounded pretty fucking impressive given the amount of time I had to work on it.

But I wont bore you with those details. I WILL bore you with the fact that it's our Christmas party on Saturday, where they're apparently cooking a massive paella (it's like pi-ella but pronounced correctly) and giving us all lots of presents. Apparently, amoungst other things, I get this masssive dry-cured pig's leg that's literally the size of a pig. Well... a pig's fat leg. But you get the idea. According to the legends it takes about forty minutes to shave off a poxy piece of meat, it comes covered in a green/blue mould and costs an absolute fortune. I think I would just prefer the money... but maybe I should wait until I see the multicoloured slab of carcass in all it's mouldy glory.

In response to the weekend, as a goodwill gesture, we get a couple of days off this week, and in addition to the random national holiday on Thursday that means I get to spend the rest of the week shopping in Palma for all the crap I should have bought months ago. Lovely.

Someone tried to headhunt me the other day. In the 'TAKE OUR JOB' way, not the 'attempted murder' way. I told them to bugger off, but it's nice to feel wanted. I've been waiting years for that to happen.

The weather's been beautiful the last few days. I went out at about nine this evening and it was still warm, no need for a jacket or anything. Although, for some reason I think it's actually COLDER in my stupid flat than it is outside. This place is seriously turning into a cave. Adding 'heater' to my nonexistant shopping list...

So in the unlikely event that anyone I know is actually READING this thing, I am coming back to the UK for nearly two weeks over Xmust and New Years Weave. I imagine I'll be heading to Bournemouth, London and Leamington for a 'shed-ule' consisting of family, friends and partying... with any luck.

I saw a cat with so much fur on it the other day that I actually stood there and laughed at it for a good while. Maybe I'm just secretly jelous though. If I can catch the furry little bastard (and I imagine it'll be pretty easy as it must weigh a tonne) I'd like to shave it's hair off and superglue it to my head. The hair, not the cat. I miss my hair. Especially out here where the only people that have hair like me are the English chavs that pass through Palma on their way to Magaluf for a spot of puking and fighting. Thankfully the city is totally devoid of tourists now. I'm looking forward to the summer when I can start scowling at the holiday makers like the rest of the locals, it makes you feel important without actually doing anything.

I really should post some photos as I haven't in a while... but the only photo I've taken in a while is of my friend wearing her moderately hilarious airport uniform... and you don't want to see that.

So I'm going to bed.

R