Monday 18.05.09 – How quickly the start of the weeks comes around again, the first task of the day in the office is a dissection of Saturday’s Eurovision, we all agree that Greece should have come higher, then we promptly download the album and have it playing, the only problem is every track begs the question: ‘Which one is this?’ or ‘is this so and so?’ Coming to work today I decided to come via a different route for a change, I was listening to Rose Royce sing ‘I’m In Love (And I Love The Feeling)’ as I watched a cyclist on his way to wherever he’s headed. Now here comes the Monday moan, what is with cyclist’s who think they don’t have to observe the Highway Code? This particular one rides through a red light with no regard for the traffic coming towards him, he then turns right into a street clearly marked as a ‘no right turn,’ and oblivious to everyone around him he cycles the wrong way up a one way street. Lunacy, moan over. Wednesday 20.05.09 – I’m listening to the Arctic Monkeys play ‘Mardy Bum’, sat wondering what’s holding up the traffic today, then as the track fades and the Dead Kennedy’s begin to play ‘Police Truck’, I see the reason for the delay, it’s a police truck, or rather two of them full of officers. As I come around the corner I see the reason for the police, we have on the spare land adjacent to our office a camp of travellers. They must have forced the gates and settled last night.
Today I briefly considered joining Twitter, however with my O.C.D. I decided it probably wouldn’t be a good thing, what with this blog, Abruzzolutely and Facebook to keep updated I think I’ve enough to cope with.
There’s been some activity with the travellers, the police arrived, walked up and down for a while and left, and a small child dressed in pink fell off her bike; yes I did laugh, mind you I was paid back for laughing, by having to check the fax numbers for every primary school in Essex. Mind numbingly boring, but has to be done. Later in the day as Strawberry Switchblade sing ‘Beautiful Day’, we watched the traveller’s children running amok, throwing rubbish all over the place, no wonder these people get such a bad press. Today in the office we were perplexed as my inbox contained an email with 4 photographs of the interior of what looks like an antique shop, with the message “Hi, some pics of the shop, M x”, Rachel got me to e mail the sender back asking them who they are as my work email address is quite specific, so watch this space. Tomorrow is Rachel’s birthday and she’s having the day off, so being a caring boss I gave her, her gifts today, and being a good person one of them was something she can enjoy with her boyfriend, you guessed it, yes, chocolate willy spread, hours of fun.
Thursday 21.05.09 – I spend the day alone in the office doing tedious jobs with music in the background. I escape early only to be stuck in traffic as the A500 is snarled up. I divert into the Tesco to purchase 2 courgettes and a jar of mustard, whilst waiting at the checkout I find myself staring at the back of the head of the man in front. The penny drops and I realise I’ve been transfixed by a badly fitting toupee. The rug is a chestnut colour but doesn’t match the greying real hair around the edges; it’s too small which makes me wonder if it was someone else’s rug first. “Do you need help with your packing?” the checkout operator asks me, bringing me back into the real world; I just hope I wasn’t smiling like a moron; more than likely I was. I watch as she scans my jar of mustard and the 2 courgettes, she looks up at me and smiles, and at once I assume she thinks I’ve purchased the vegetables for unspeakable acts. Friday 22.05.09 – As I drive into work for the last day of this week Gloria Estefan finishes singing ‘Si Voy A Perderte’ and is replaced by Enrique Iglesias with ‘Dimelo’, and I realise for the first time that I have quite a lot of foreign language music on my iPod, most of it is Italian featuring artists like Tiziano Ferro and Gianna Nannini, who’s voice I fell in love with back in September 1988, some Spanish and of course odd tracks from Eurovision over the past few years; particularly the Bulgarian entry from 2007 and the Ukraine entry from 2004. I think it doesn’t matter if you can’t fully understand what’s being said; the act of listening to someone sing in a different language can evoke many emotional responses.
I look out of the window at our traveller friends who are still camped on the derelict land opposite, I see two ladies walking along in what appears to be black shoes, a closer look proves that these are not shoes, but both are barefoot, their feet are coal black with dirt as they trudge through broken glass and dog excrement. Oh well another bank holiday weekend looms, so as the shuffle brings forth Gwen Stefani with ‘Cool’ I’ll upload this week’s entry and shuffle off home.