once a week the office i make paper clip aeroplanes for plays softball, alhough it has come to an end now since the winter has partially kicked in.anyhoo the team has this budget for shnacks and drinksh.so we heave many a bag of booze on the tube and since its been pretty hot,boozing kicks off,so much for drinking and driving.its a real chuckle cos we pitch up at regents park,all uber chilled full of beer and ready to play.the opposing team on the other hand have arrived decked in their 85%polyester,25& cotton printed tshirts-how gay.anyhoo we got our asses totally bludgeoned, and oh what a joy its been
thursday after work was a killer.i just sat at my desk picking a scab,and not wanting to go home.then i noticed a couple folks from work were heading off to shakespeares globe and i wanted to join, and so i hailed a train, which stopped for me, go figure, and off to london bridge tube stop i did rail.5squidders was what it cost and for 2and a half hours i was a plebiean, a peasant and oh what a joy it was. at school the great readings of mr shakespeare used to put me into my misery, it used to tear at my heart,it used to force me into watching shyte high school plays just to try understand what the godamn scribe meant by 'hither and thither'. lemme tell you this was totally sweet.the globe is open air and extremely intimate in its proportion,the floor slopes towards the stage so hobbits too can see over my shoulders.the thespians, were modern day in their attire, and acrobatic in their action,they swung from the ceilings, and from the terraces, they blazed through the crowd and engaged with us too.the lord pished on us, and i froze to 1inch. it was great and ill do it again
so weve just landed in our new offices,its all open plan and we arent allowed to eat or drink our cuppa joe at our desks.it sorta grates me to the point where i wana gently glaze my eyeballs in piping hot sugared caramel and sprinkle them with pecan nut chips.the other option is munching your sarms with the whole office upstairs,uh no thanks.but our office is really sweet , actually worth a photo shoot, so you can catch me in Hello...uh Architects Journal, out soon in a store near you.
i borrowed a cd from one of the lads in the office, it happened to be titled 'the war of the worlds'.this little compact disc brought back many memories, largely cos my folks have it on vinyl. we used to spin that vinyl like crazy childern high on red juice.those were the days when we had snotty noses, wore only one tshirt- red ones with aeroplanes emblazoned thereon -they were the days when me and my boetie would jol test macth cricket in the garden during the morning, followed by bmxing then lawn tennis in the road.the album brought back the days when we'd drink so much red juice we'd throw projectile vomit very much similar in style to a jackson pollak artwork.glory days and a righteous cd indeed.
before i left the city of gold, the land of home cooked meals, clean sta-soft underpants and shyte radio, i requested from my hairdresser that he ought to give me a haircut thatd last 2 years.that 2year bush wack lasted a mere 4months and so it came to pass that a bush whack was required ,and off to the barber ( a working class hairdresser) i did go. a little italian he was with a fumingly putrid breath and the flair of a hairy backed butcher in a white vest. anyhoo i showed the wee macaroni munchin oak a pic to which he could work his magic.and so he chopped and he cut and he thinned and he brushed and then he was done.and i was like 'hmm dude dont you wanna take a lil off the sides?',and he responded with a lot of anger,'this is the way the picshure looks',and im like,'design is a process,just like a good haircut'. with that fury it was though i shoved a massive italian sausage in his mouth,he shut the f*ck up and finally a hollywood ending endured.
Ah 'London Open House'-tis 2 days inwhich many or precisely 607 buildings in and around london are opened up to the public, from residential, to commercial, to government to sports facilites, its a great idea.a great idea which brought me close to tearing my eyeballs out, separating the whites from the irises and grilling up an all-english fry-up.now im the sorta lad that has a massive problem when ordering from a restaurant menu that has 8 options., like i said i had 607 options in like 15boroughs.eventually i had a sorta game plan and so moseyed onto Islington, nearest tube Arsenal and a stroll past the new aresnal footie stadium, needless to say i never took a photo. first stop was a wee house, very rustic, honestly, something i couldnt call home. next stop was another house.so im sorta smelling where its at,and eventually see a tall dude with an annie-style afro, and the guide book.i asked him where i could find the next houses i intended to see, and he responded,ah mate theyre only open on sunday...so im like gsus f**king holy crickey sh*t cr*p test*icle(lance only has one).so that ruined my day.i did however find a daniel liebskind university building, wawaweewa. sunday was a lil better cos i was gona focus on 1house and a community centre, the problem was the community centre was in islam area, how did i know?, you might ask, cos i saw mecca-cola.the building was a childcare centre which was very similar in style to liebeskinds mertopoloitan university which i saw the day before.one thing you never ever do is tell an architect that their work looks like someone elses. i experienced her wrath.
thats it for this fine day,im gonna tuck into my dates,dry peaches and suagr fruits which my folks sent my way.from the scratchings of a hairy ladi bid you adieu
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