November 2010
2 posts
Poets Day
Today was Poets Day at work. All week people have been dropping the phrase into conversations like a half sucked sweet, all sugar and uncertainty and sticky bits of fluff. Would anyone care to explain?
So it turns out that POETS day is actually Piss Off Early Tomorrow’s Saturday, which means that once a month, if your deadlines are all met, you can go home at 3. But that’s a big IF. I...
It's colder than a penguin's nasty.
It’s been a while. I’ve been to Rome, and then to Florence, spent glorious days in bed and wonderful evenings drinking prosecco from tiny bottles outside the Colosseum. I fell in adoration with the woman I love. I fell on cobbled streets trying to hold her up after a waiter plied us with Mirto.
Today I also had the great fortune to start a new job. And the great misfortune to have a...