Posted 5:36 AM by Gobbler
Working Mans Blog

Or: H.Q.

Shh! Im at work. Dont tell anyone that Im putting in a subtle blog. What one might call blog in action.

But actually, there's little point in trying to be subtle about these things. This is Vodafone, the lovely world HQ, a quality bit of office. Im about to go out into the drizzle; miserable day. But all is well in the HQ, the drizzle will not deter me from perambulating the grounds passing the odd wet and sweaty office jogger trying to avert that early heart attack. Or perhaps theyve just got divorced and so need to shape up before getting back on the horse. Either way, as I stroll along eating a slap-dash sandwich created last night from the mountains of left-overs that clog the fridge. The dear rentals have gone on holiday and its my objective to get through all the left-overs and eat something that does not consist of left-overs before my parents return next tuesday. Of course, I suppose, I could just chuck it all away and forget about it and thereby move straight to phase B, but I can rarely bring myself to waste things like food. Thus up to the age of about 2 I eat mud, up to the age of about 12 eat food from the birdtable, and up to now find it difficult not to gobble down all food in biting distance. I have finished the beef now, only took meals and one lunch. The pork is next, might hack through all of that by tomorrow. Then Ive got half a cottage pie to eat, but Im away friday night to sunday, so i wont get through that til then. Then theres a kilo of opened assorted cheeses that are on the way out (nevermind the 2 kilos of unopened cheddar I spotted in the corner or the fridge during reconnaisance last night) and some left over cooked veg and half a lettuce and a few other bits and bobs which, if im lucky, I'll eat all of on monday night. This means that come Tuesday evening all the left-overs will be gone and I'll be able, with a clear conscience, make my own dinner. Which is when the rents get back.

OK OK, note to self: "Nobody but me is interested in my inane eating habits. Shut up."

I guess I'll pop out for that fresh air.

What i was saying at the beginning was that I cant hide the fact that Im writing because its an open style office and everyone can see me. And I can see everyone, except the ones behind the pillars.

evil uncle: Suitably x-rated?