From my twitter feed:
howardgr: friday the 13th. now where’s my hockey mask?
Sent at 1:49 PM on Friday
plasticbagUK: It’s conceivable I may kill everyone before this day is out. If you’re sitting near me, now is the time to start getting scared.
Sent at 1:55 PM on Friday
And they look like such nice boys
blogging about tech, blogging about social media, blogging about big ideas in mass collaboration, blogging about new ways of marketing your yada yada yada.
From time to time it’s really good to just read someone writing about something extraordinary in their life or something ordinary but nonetheless signficant.
Thanks Delia and Rosie – and warm wishes to you both.
I’ve been invited to a screening of Surveillance this Saturday (14th April) at midday at the NFT but I have a prior commitment.
According to the blurb the film was well received at the Berlin Film Festival recently and I just spoke to Paul the Director who tells me that it’ll be going to Seattle and Chicago later in the year. I have been given a DVD copy (and watched the first 20 minutes, which hooked me) so I’m going to blog about it when I’ve had a proper look.
If you’d like to go see it (and if you blog about it that would be lovely too) then give me a shout and I’ll put you in touch with the production team.
Yay! My new batch of moo cards arrived yesterday and here they are. Let me know which is your favourite. I quite like the monochrome ones. The Russell Brand one was clearly a mistake.
I also (thanks to my compulsive RSS reading) got in quickly on the sneak preview of Moo’s new product which should be here very soon, but I’m sworn to blog secrecy about them until their official launch on 18th April.
No, this wasn’t a queue for the Marshall Street Clinic in Soho. Wash your minds out with soap.
There’s a reality TV show (well, ‘reality’ might be stretching it a little) called WAGs boutique being filmed over the road where a group of young women who have some relationship to a sportsman get to run their own fashion business with a shop off Carnaby St. For some reason hundreds of other (presumably less fortunate) young women (and a few guys) were lined up over the street and being admitted in small groups. I assume they are going to have the thrill of meeting some of these superstars and end up on ITV2.
I saw Tamara Beckwith in one of the shops as I passed. I think I’d prefer a trip to the clinic myself.
The very opposite of Interesting2007
Today I had lunch at the Stockpot in Old Compton Street. I ordered Chicken Madras and a Diet Coke and got the above pictured Cornucopia of c-word food.
It was a Chicken Curry which included Courgettes, Corn and Carrots, not to mention the Carrots, Cabbage and Chips on the side. Sadly my taste buds were inadequate in discerning how much Cumin or Coriander had been included. In the pictures you can see some of the Condiments also on the table and the second picture has some added Cucumber, offered by my dining partner who’s name *definitely doesn’t* start with a ‘C’.
Oh and we sat in the corner.