Well It's Goodnight From Me...

It all seems a little bit final, it's not really, but as Margaret Thatcher once said 'endings are just beginnings', well at least I think she said that - well I once heard a male Margaret Thatcher impersonator say it, that's close enough for me.

Today I make myself unemployed, and to quote another:

'Are you mad? you mean make myself unemployed, have you any idea what they do to unemployed people? They make them do community service, fitting loft insulation into urine stenched old peoples homes' [Absolutely Fabulous 'Poor']

Yes I am now in the brave old world of freelancing, I will be very sad to leave my friends from work behind me, but frankly give it a day or two and I probably won't even be able to recall their names. Smahman who?

Seriously though, respect to all the people I've worked with, the blog continues, the job ends here. Oh all right one final quote from The Office:

'that's it then, the old team on the scrapheap'

I am momentarily sad and a bit damp.

A Crusty, By George...

This is just a saga now (to quote The League of Gentlemen), I was looking for a picture of George from Rainbow, as you do, honest I do (look check out my profile pic) when this freak pops up on the google image search.

I can't imagine anything more scary for a tots party than this.... this... clowny monstrosity. No seriously just ewwwwwwweeeeeeee. For those with a hankering to learn more:

http://www.clown-ministry.com/Articles/clowning-tutorial/howStartClowning-makeup2.html

Beautiful Stranger

Actually to be fair I know very little about this chap, other than he seems to resemble Mickey Mouse from behind, and before anyone says it, no this isn't another 'Friday night' story. However, to follow on from yesterdays entry about finding 'uppers' on the net I dedicate this post to cawfee guy from New York who posted the first comment on said entry.

At the very moment I post my new entry, frankly feeling a little blue*, a random stranger pops up and tells me how FABULOUS my blog is! A little positive affamation and I feel loads better today. This one's for you. Thank you that man!

[*as I re-read this post it occurred to me that the definition of me feeling blue is listening to the littlest hobo in Spanish, it's not really all that bad is it!]

The Littlest Homo

In times of stress and desperation, I love that you can rely on the Internet for an 'upper', sometimes in the most unlikely of places. The guy who owns this website has recorded a version of The Littlest Hobo in Spanish, but what I really love is the reason why he's done it, (see his website for details) he should be made a pop icon, better still enter it into this years Eurovision (and don't think that won't be filling these pages very soon). Enjoy!

http://www.dinlis.homeip.net/hobo/#links

I'm Dead...

The beloved John Inman is dead. God rest his soul. Actually I didn't particularly care for him or Mrs Slocombes' pussy for that matter, but this felt like the right place to honour him.

Getting Wiggy Wit' It

Found: 2 Fabulous wigs in my bedroom during a spring clean last night. Hurrah.

(that makes 6 by the way)

No Lead On Lost Dog

I've been trying to use that headline for ages, yet since I still haven't a good cause to. I'm just going to anyway.

Well following last weeks incredibly stressful week at work, a new week brings a different air about me. My replacement, it's true, I suddenly feel closure happening all around me at work. I'm handing him the ropes (and chains etc) and the feeling of stress is rapidly being replaced by a feeling of fear. Fear that I am about to be self-employed and I have to make it happen, for me. Yes I'm scared.

Mind you I did say to the guy taking over 'you've some mighty big shoes to fill. No seriously you have, I'm size 12 (and only 5ft10 go figure), not that I intend leaving my shoes behind.

Crisis Meeting

What a strange day (what is now) yesterday was.

I've spent the day learning a new edit system with a room full of strangers, only to then go to Camden to talk about Virgin Trains first class to... well another room full of strangers. I suppose the first difference, I paid for the former, but was paid for the latter.

Yet throughout the day I was sadly aware of a crisis occurring at work, one I was unable to help with... until 8:30pm that was... and here I am now, writing this. At work. I offered to go back in to relieve the poor freelance editor who'd done 13 hours straight (I never do that regardless of hours!) So that's what I did! Pointless entry I know, but yet another thing that is occupying my rapidly disappearing time before I depart!!