Shut Up

Lady Gaga must be stopped. I would rather have swine flu than have to listen to her bullshit antics. It's boring and been done before.

Cab Orgy

I catch a cab home every night from work.

What other profession allows you to talk on your mobile phone whilst you’re at work? Let alone it be illegal whilst you drive a paying customer of your own cab? I would love to try it out at work and see the response of my guests whilst pouring their bottle of Burgundy. Or maybe a surgeon should give it a go..."A little more suction here, almost got it... hold on that's my phone... sure wifey grab a carton of Crème fraîche, that'll work beautifully with the Poulet au Pot."
Even more hilarious was the last taxi driver who answered his phone (amplified through the car's speakers) and joined in on a lady on lady on lady on lady orgy, that's right 4, I heard each individual voice. That was quite a feet getting me home in one piece, I'll give him that.

Till next time.

Yeah, I've added a little link to my facebook, this blog is really quite accessible. Funny that.

Today was one of those real eye openers.

Meeting with Mr Murphy for lunch, who has organised himself to travel up the west coast of Japan on his lil bike for 3 weeks.
Dropping in on the one and only Sachi designer (P) who was more than willing to give up all her baby samples (who happened to be my size) and end up at work on time to bathe in Grand Cru Burgundy. The fun didn't stop there. The one and only Bass Phillip Lord, Phillip Jones, graced the stage. With more than enough knowledge of added acid to sink a ship, but enough to never even touch the deck. And a wonderful philosophy on Australian wine making, really threw me off my little perch.

I will explain a few of these subjects in more detail tomorrow, I really need to sleep now.

Xxx

What a day.

More details when I'm not so drenched in Sutton Grange Rouge.

So there is not a soul in the world that knows about this blog.

I'm really only wanting to publish the hilarity of what I hear at work or the conversations I have with the most relevant people I know.

Thank you for taking the time to actually read these; there will be worthwhile articles later on.

This was really just a test.
I can see myself becoming quite addicted to this blog formula of writting, which I can foresee becoming a disaster.

Good luck to me and more importantly to you all.

Cheers,

Fleetwood Mac/Jacq