quackers

I really hate junk mail. Why do Sky insist on sending me lots of it on that no-you-cant-recycle-me-but-im-shiny paper? Although speaking to Stephanie at their call centre is kinda fun. I think it must be the scottish accent.

The cool guy who I work with (i say work with, we actually do entirely different jobs but happen to share an office) is threatening to leave over paternity leave. He's quite an awesome composer, writing this creation to the theme of Joseph and his technicolor dreamcoat ...

I touch myself,
in naughty places,
just to see their faces,
as I grab my cock

Work is far more fun when you work with someone who readily bursts into song

I bought my girlfriend this dress last weekend for my lil sisters wedding:



Slightly scares me that my younger sister is getting married before I do, and that it's happening in a matter of months now. Scary stuff.

Staying in a rather tasty hotel for the weekend though...



First thoughts on the hotel were...
my girlfriend: does it have a pool and sauna?
me: does it have wi-fi?

Aside from that I haven't been up to anything exciting I'm afraid, got nnubeh coming over for dinner tonight