Bonfire night has passed yet again in limeyland celebrating the fact that Guy Fawkes fucked up and didn't manage to blow up parliament and kids get to try and kill each other in evermore exciting and colourful ways. I still have my eyebrows, my hands are still intact, I haven't managed to stick sparklers in my eyes again and my ears haven't been blown off by a thermonuclear ballistic cardboard wrapped Roman candle. As part of the annual proceedings its traditional for kids to create an effigy of...

I'm getting a bit bored with my job title now. The world and his wife seem to be a graphic designer of sorts nowadays. As soon as I tell people I'm a designer their immediate response is normally 'I know someone who does that' or 'my cousin (always a cousin) does that'. When I was but a wee kiddler scribbling away in my sketchbooks I always thought that being a designer I'd be a rare beast who would get to sit down pissing about with marker pens, drinking exotic coffees ground from beans consumed...

Warning! I'm Ill!


Not sure why but I felt spectacularly shit today as soon as I finished my Sugar Puffs I was feeling ropey. I'm pretty sure the milk was fine and its common knowledge that the only things that will survive and remain intact after a nuclear holocaust will be cockroaches and Sugar Puffs, so I don't think they were contaminated in any way. Maybe someone done something funny with my spoon at work maybe went worm hunting on the nightshift. Whatever it was I felt...

(I was supposed to have written this last week but laziness got the better of me and Power Rangers was on)

OK sitting about in a hot church was annoying as hell (<the irony) especially lounging about in a 3 piece singing badly to hymns. It was so hot there was a guy in front of me who's shirt turned transparent Small children were actually melting The church itself was turning into glassWe had the little hymn sheets, that I promptly converted into a...

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*Warning! Contains irrational comments and mild foul language if your not into either Fuck Off!*

Ever get one of those days where you just want to say 'Just fuck off?' No? Oh...

Anyway I was going through some CVs for an 'ink technician' position ie someone who mixes up ink some of them were utter wank (technical term) some were OK I'm still surprised how people write these things out and the basic mistakes made. Personally I don't care that you used to like...

This morning I woke up to discover someone messed up my hair

So this new guy started work a couple of weeks ago. Initially he applied for a job from the states 'erm, that's a pretty big commute to work buddy' and obviously got the job. He's moved over here because he's married some limey gal. Anyways on his first day I thought to myself 'hey this guy's in a new country and new working environment he can't know too many people he'll need some friendly support' So I start being friendly and supportive and stuff. Then things got weird, really weird
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I've pinched this from a great website that I frequent for tutorials and stuff. Pretty good site for free design elements and resources the guy running it knows his shizzle. On with the list which I agree with or has happened to me

1. You’ve had a client that thought they knew more about design than you.

2. Your clients pay you for your professional expertise and skill, yet you’ve run into one of ‘those’ clients, that refuses to take the advice from...

Since its release I've been absolutely caning Mario Kart on the Wii (I'm still shit) and actually ended up doing an 8 hour session when I just wanted to do a quick race before bed. But finally I've managed to pry myself away from the evil white box of motion sensing joy and actually went to work. We had an important customer around as well and we tried to sell ourselves as usual and put our fake smiles and clip on ties on. Anyway our posh sandwich shop (I'll speak of them at a later date) were shut...