A Little Bit Of Nothing

The sun is shining and I am sitting in Rick’smacaroons in Oxford having had a v agreeable lunch in the sun.  One double espresso down the hatch and a good dose of Vitamin D and the car seems to make more sense. Sure it’s a pose-mobile. However, it is beautiful to look at and sounds just awesome on the throttle. However, everytime I give it a bootful I  might as well tear up twenty-pound notes as fast as I can, what with the price of fuel and tires *sobs gently while rocking back and forth*.

A degree means giving it up though that isn’t really a major problem as I still have a bit of that so-what feeling. A car is temporary etc etc. On that note though…

Jobs:  I started drafting a list of the type of companies – not a given field of endeavour – that I’d work for and then along comes Rackspace with a role as a coach. I had the first interview in London this morning. Well close enough, Hayes in Middlesex. They seem like a cool bunch and I love the idea of helping others, plus  their view on customer support is just that of mine when I ran Only Organic. However, it is first interview and I may get knocked back at this stage, despite the dedicated prayers of the Queen’s Chaplain – thanks, I think.

In the meantime I am just going to drink in the car, as deep down I think it has to go.

You Tease, Shadbolt

I have had the most amazing weekend away with a cast of characters that you just couldn’t make up. They range from humble me, to a Clinical trials project director to a chaplain to Brenda who is also something important in the world of cathedrals and has a smashing red cassock through to a retired cleric that is a bigger queen than Julian Clary, with the person that Bertie Wooster would look up to for inspiration were he real and alive. All real folks and quite surreal. There was also a barrister, an optometrist, another retired cleric and a property guy. Where the hell do I start?

I have made many notes and will try to distill them into something amusing. In the meantime rest assured that it is happening. I feel as if there is more than enough material for a farce, if only I knew where on earth to start.

A small hitch is that everyone was delightful so I want to record and relate this weekend n a way that no-one is identifiable yet is sufficiently accurately described to make it interesting. Manners Dear Boy, manners.