Hang On Little Tomato

"Yes, I did it. I killed Yvette.

I hate her so much...... That... it... it... flamed - flames. Flames, on the side of my face, heaving... breath - , heaving breaths. Heaving breath... "

So anyway.

First, a random story from the gym, this time about a guy who's really irritating me.

He is rather overweight but he walks around like he's fucken Gods-gift.

He wafts from one machine to the next and doesn't really do anything, except get in the way.

But that's not what's irritating.

The thing that really gets me, like someone coughing relentlessly in the cinema, is that everyday he wears this oversized black T-shirt and on it, in huge white letters it says "Richard Ashcroft is a God."

I just want to walk up to him and ask "so what miracles has Richard Ashcroft performed?"

"And tell me, because I really want to know this - did he turn water into wine? And do you really believe that Richard is omniscient, omnipotent and omnipresent. I really want to know this."

I dunno why it pisses me off but it does. It's like someone who has a face that just makes you go "argh!"

I'm pretty sure on his blog he speaks kindly of me too.

And just as his T-shirt irked me, so this truck amused me...

I presume that they're drain cleaners or something. The truck was parked outside White City station.

(Who thought "Kimmy - but you ARE effluent", when they saw the picture?)

I love the pink colouring and decorative font, like clearing crap from the drain is somehow a classy business.

I think they need a company motto, something like "proudly pumping your clogged shit, since 1983."

The exciting thing is that we've been moved around the building because our old offices are being redone. This means we're near one of the studios.

Tonight I went into one of the staff galleries for a viewing. Here's what I saw...

Above is the audience waiting for the host... they're all sat there excited and nervous. Who are the guests? Will he be funny?

If they'd read in the newspaper they'd know who was going to be on but then again, who reads the newspaper?

After Woss has come on and everyone has applauded, he sits down and makes some jokes and everyone laughs.

Ha ha - what a funny guy. Because it is all spontaneous and everyone loves Wossy.

And now it's time to get out our first guest and he's the Prime Minister from 'Little Britain' aka that dude from Buffy.

And from where I'm standing the light is in the way but I don't want to sit down because the carpet hasn't been cleaned since about 1972.

And then Andrew Marr appears and then it's time for Sarah Jessica Parker and I listen to her for a while but the phone goes and whoops I'm late for dinner.

So onto the Central Line to Holborn where I'm meeting a friend for dinner.

At Holborn station I get off and something under the seat catches my eye.

Look! It's a protein shake, exactly like the one I had for breakfast...

I think to myself "haha - what a small world" and "such a conincidence" but then it dawns on me that this is neither. It is an empty bottle under a seat at Holborn Tube Station.

It's actually not that interesting really.

Oh yeah and the other thing is that I've kinda started to see someone.