Wilf’s been out and about again!

I want whatever it is that is on that plate. I don’t care what it is, I want it.

I want that lolly.

Mmmmmmmmm lolly.

Wilf the Dog has a mental attitude which fluctuates between wild fear and wild fearlessness. As a result he’s always an interesting companion. I decided to try to capture some of his moments, and his thoughts. My grand plan is to make this into a series but in reality I’ll probably forget all about it within moments.

“Is that chair looking at me? I think it is? That chair better not be looking at me. I’ll bite that chair, then it will learn not to look at me.”

Is that pigeon looking at me? I think it is. It better not be, or I’ll bloody eat it. Yummy pigeon. Come here pigeon….”

“Is Goran Ivanisevic looking at me? He better not be. I’ll eat his tennis bat if he’s looking at me. Yummy tennis bat.”

As you can see Wilf knows his own mind.

Once upon a time I went to New York two months ago and took loads of pictures but never got around to actually doing anything with them but here is some of them now for your eyes to look at and your brain to hopefully enjoy.

You might be wondering where all the colour is, well there isn’t any, if you’d been to New York loads like what I have you would know that. Silly you.

So these things arrived at work and they are all shiny and make noises like a jet plane.

Inside these is some magic and some 96 gigglebytes of memories and 32 processoids. I don’t know how they work or what they do but luckily it’s not my job to look after them. Oh wait, yes it is.

I’m told they contain a thing called eunuchs or more accurately l-eunuchs which is like eunuchs but with an l in it. I’m also told typing rm -rf * is the right way to login. If you’re still reading this and you know what that means you are a mega nerd, congratulations.

I mean, how could this be bad. Text, drop, crunch. Steel yourself. Lift from concrete. Sigh.

BIG SIGH. oh well…. I love giving Steve Jobs money because he needs it to buy jumpers and socks and things.

So there has to be some benefit that one can derive from working away from home, right? In this instance the benefit is finding out that about one mile from my hotel is Heston Blumenthal’s pub! Mmmmmm gastropub foody goodness….

Which basically means lots of yummy stuff like a scotch egg made with a quail’s egg, mmmmmmmmmmm egg.

mmmmmmmmmmmm egg. excuse crappy phone pictures I didn’t want to look like a food tourist taking pictures of my food in front of all the posh folks.