idiot

I have had some weird fucking dreams recently the worst one was this one night after I got home really pissed I got on the wrong bus from Camden and it was so fucking cold i ran all teh way home from Finsbury Park and just about managed to eat a crap sandwich before passing out. That night I dreamed that on my way home I accidentally killed someone on Manor Road but was too pissed to sort out hiding the body so i brought it home and dumped it in my lounge thinking that I would sort it out in the morning when I was sober.

So i went for a meeting at Microsoft for them to tell us how fantasic that sharepoint thing is - snore. Their office is well funny - it is like Mr Spock's office in the dodgy 90's film of Brave new World' - the one with eybrow man out of the OC in it as Bernard Marx. There was even a big screen in the reception with the Speccy Fuhrer's latest speech on. Mark's tatoo of an apple with I<3 Steve Jobs written on it went red and dissapeared as we waited for our escorts.

All that is by the by - the thing this post is about happened on the train on the way back to London. Mark had a 'pressed grape and redcurrent juice' which we decided was just posh Vimto and that sparked a twitch in my head about the advert from donkey's years ago that went: