Category: Musings

Someone said to me recently that you shouldn’t measure a relationship by how long it lasted, but by how much you enjoyed it. Time is totally irrelevant. Sweet. I guess the same’s true of life.

Last night was Laurence, my CEO’s, BBQ on his roof. Started off quite early and met some nice people. StJohn was filming a party scene for his film school activities which was good timing. Apparently Saturday was a big party night. Lazza has a PlayStation 2 that he picked up on his recent trip to Japan – pretty amazing! What was more exciting about the night was when Sam fell throught the skylight… Sam’s quite a large bloke (about 200 lbs) and Laurence has a very large skylight in a triangle shape. Sam took one step off the boarding, put his foot through the window and then followed. Luckily he put his arms out and grabbed the sides of the window – he was hanging through the window with everyone below looking up at his arse hanging through the window. Me and this guy Jack pulled him out – luckily that went OK. Everyone was looking up from below in shock. Sam was incredibly shaken up.

Downstairs we made some sugary tea for everyone. A couple of people had gotten hit by falling glass. Luckily no-one was more than scratched. Everyone milled around a bit then we all went out – Tim and I went out to a few bars in quick succession – Bahi, 2A, Coup and Max Fish. Don’t think we stayed in each one for more than a few minutes. Chatted to the doorman, Chris, in 2A – a British bloke over here with his band and who stayed. His new band’s about to tour with Duran Duran and Sting. Nice one. Finally ended up at some parties in Williamsburg and then Stingers – a bar on Grand near to Driggs. Very dark and dingy bar playing hip-hop-esque music and with dancing. I think at the end of the day the whole Sam thing had really shaken me up – I phoned him this morning and he seems OK which is cool. I think he’s just glad to be alive!

This American/English relationships news piece is highly amusing and all completely true. Plus it’s also even more advertizing for Bob’s book… Meanwhile I’m going back to being knackered after flying to Boston yesterday for a two hour meeting.. laters y’all.

Thoughts that occur when working on sales bids late at night:

• How come there’s no Betty Ford clinic for workaholics?
• How many free magazines can I liberate from Delta’s Marine terminal tomorrow? And how will I carry them?
• Is the toilet still broken?
• Why don’t people just buy us without sales? A b-web of software consultancy… nice.
• At what point in sleep deprivation do you a) start laughing at everything, b) stop caring about what you produce, c) sleep.
• Why are all sales bids like this? And are they like this at other companies…

Excellent weekend. StJohn’s birthday party on Friday night starting at Bar 119 with Sam then an extremely sweaty four block walk to Barbara’s amazing E Village apartment roof for cocktails. Went to a restaurant called Village and had an absolutely wonderful bowl of asparagus and leak soup then some very good tuna bearnaise. Had a little bit too much red wine as well. Not so good head the next day.

Saturday evening was spent cycling round central park then celebrating Matt T’s birthday in Bowery Bar & Grill. Andy, Tim and myself then adjourned to Emily’s friend Marni’s party (again in E Village) for more rooftop antics. Good music until the top floor neighbour threatened to call the police… oopsy. Sunday was spent recovering and watching Fast Show (again). I’ve re-organized my apartment in lieu of buying any furniture and it looks a lot better. It’s almost tidy as well. Almost.

Oh – on a more exciting note – try translating this page into French… Et puis tu dois pratiquer fait en Anglais… ou quelque chose comme ca!

OK! OK!! I’ve been slack again for a few weeks. I know…. I’ve not had a machine at home and work’s been busy. Anyhoo – i’m now aching post a night session of volleyball down near Battery Park (thanks to Matt T and Don for that) with a nice clicky noise in my shoulder. New York’s sweltering and humid although nowhere near last year’s bad days thankfully. My apartment still lacks cool new furniture or kittens (I’m undecided which is first) – i think furniture is currently in the lead…

Had a superb wedding down in Truro with Pete and Emma getting a little bit blubby as they read their vows. Bless. I now have a cool scar from a slight altercation with a lamppost for my sins. Caught up with Bob – his book is out in October but already on Amazon. Had a good night down the Cross nightclub (back of Kings Cross) and bought the best hot dog i”ve ever had – yes, I was sober!

With Jemma’s friends Dan and Andy visiting I played host and tourguide last night in the East Village. Deciding that Max Fish was too empty we went into Luna Lounge where we came across Matchless (not ‘Mattress’ as I originally thought, perhaps a better name?). This is a Seattle based four piece with an amazing lead singer/bass player and drummer (both female). Kind of cross between Janes Addiction, New Order and general Seattle grunginess. Dan reckoned they were like a heavier version of the Delgados. Anyhoo – check them out.

This running thing’s getting to be a habit! Decided to run into work this morning. Great idea since the clothes I needed were already in there – still ended up with a rugsac full of bits though. Need to find a way to stop it bouncing around so much! This activity was all in aid of burning off a team Thai meal at Jai-Ya last night. Now I feel a little shakey and in need of carbohydrate…

I’ve decided that I should quit consultancy and go into porn sites. The money’s better and I think the ethical level is higher (they admit what they are doing as opposed to consultants who are often required to lie for the company good rather than have an ‘honest, open relationship’ with the customer).

Achey. Went for a run across the bridge this morning. This was the result of severe food overindulgence yesterday at brunch with Kirsteen and then at a superb toga party in honor of Barbara’s 31st birthday at Herta’s house. Good fun and thanks to John for the loan of a sheet! Greg, Nicole’s brother, was there as well and I completely didn’t recognise him due to lack of beard. Oops. I’m also aching from Saturday when we had a Q picnic in Prospect Park – good fun. Lots of ice fights, throwing balls around and food in the sun. April’s dogs were great entertainment as was the impromptu duet between Nathan and Sam Loy’s daughter.