Tappity tappity thankyou for calling

I swore never to work in a call centre again. I have broken the golden rule. To cheer us all up here are all the positive sides to my new job:

1. I get to meet up with my old mate Jeremy, who I have missed a lot as he's one of those few terrific men with whom I share a collection of uniquely odd memories and a connection that could only be fashioned from such absurdity, distraught and sunshiny bliss. I would feel bad parading him on my blog without his express permission had he not mentioned me by name in a couple of newspaper interviews last year.

2. From the end of next month I will be able to pay all my bills. Which means any freelancing fees can be spent on fun. I could even 'go out' occasionally.

3. No, no that's it.

I've got a design job on the go which is going to take it out of me over the next week or so, and I'll probably be pulling a couple of all-nighters to get it done in time, but oh the joy of designing and escaping the tappity tappity may I put you on hold for a moment tappity tap.

I'm a stranger here myself

Imhotep refuses to listen to Ashley's fashion tips.

Today our American guest Ashley and I ventured out of East Ham for the first time in a while and explored the many wonders of the British Museum. It's just great to see all those wonderful artefacts that our great nation has pilfered over the years.

A beautifully warm sun watched us weave our way on the tube to Tottenham Court Road (and the giant Freddy Mercury which she photographed for her mum). As I couldn't give her any local information on the areas through which we passed on the district line we decided to use a little imagination and before long found ourselves admiring Nelson's arm-paralysing graffiti, the small hedge in which Darwin first discovered his love for nature and the site of Shakespeare's favourite rugby club in all West Ham.

The first historical revelation of the day came from Ashley who spotted ancient Egyptian Playstation symbols in an elabourate door decoration.

Later I found the perfect costume for the 2006/07 New Year's fancy dress party.

And tiring though it was on our feet we persevered through various continents and ages until it was all too much and the sunshine beckoned us to the steps to guess the nationality of a thousand excited tourists.

It's My Last Week in Sofaland

I've got a job in the call centre of an executive car company. Yeah, get me. I need the money. It's a nice place with friendly people and the hours are handy (no nightshifts) so I'm optimistic. I start next week.

For mothers' day Em and I went down to Cornwall to paint pottery with our Mum. The results were a beautiful vase by mum which now sits in my room, a decorative plate by Em and a jug by me. I covered myself in paint. After painting we went to a Barbican tea rooms (one that was very Withnail and I), read the menu for ten minutes then sidled out for some chips. Mmmmm Chips.

I don't have much news other than all that. I'm working on a couple of projects I can't really put here, although one is creating a logo and promotional materials for a gorgeous boat so that's very exciting.