Enjoying the Road to Nowhere: Play it again, Ginger.

Work is happening. Had all intentions of going home at 5:50 this evening but since I *have* to drive past the Showroom on my way home (the roads are a mess, Thatchers Britain) innit...I gave in.

Quiet night again, saw Steve McKevit sat down (Ex Gremlin/Developer, now PR, obviously waiting for someone, 'ferritfashon'. As it happens, he was waiting for Ian Anderson, mainly Ginger but he's a dirty bastard so it was a two for one, great success. Had a chat with Steve, only met him a few times but he's a good lad, pretty shy...for a PR guy. Put the dev world to rights in a few strained sentences and sat back, appy enuf. Ian turned up onQ (Wipeout PS1 branding, Can't call him a bright spark as he's Ginger ((you don't have to be Ginger any more....) and lardy) He's bright tho...). Ian drops a sly one in and we're all cracking on. Had a life affirming natter and made the world a smaller, happier place. Winner. Anyway, also met another geezer (turned up mid sentence and was quiet. (Barring the "fuck you" chERman glasses)) Nice lad anyway, kindly sort. Also saw the 'sheila' from DK.Fist, who's moving in (To Sheff), apparently.

I was introduced to a new twenni tonight, by a man of his late twennis with braces on. Here is the daft bugger;