Road To Nowhere

Yum!

Chocolate fountain - big hit with the 200 staff who turned up to mingle at the Welcome do this afternoon.

We've just merged two campuses and as internal *yes, as well as external* comms person I was put in charge of organising a little event to celebrate our colleagues' move to the mothership.

Naturally I almost hugged the catering woman when she suggested chocolate fountains.

In fact we had two. One dark and one milk chocolate. They came with all manner of fruit and sweeties to skewer and dip. Fudge, marshmallows, pineapple, grapes...

I think I'd rather do a chocolate fondue if I were at home but as a work toy I'd recommend it.

*Note to self: must run long, long, long way tomorrow morning*

Anyone seen that story about the Gloucester Uni students parading about in Nazi uniforms running initiations for vomiting newbies?

CLICK HERE

Apparently it was filmed and given to the BBC by one of the Uni's own Journalism students.

Love it.

And nice advert (not) for Tesco, I thought.

"And then I was like... 'yeah 'and he was, like 'whatever' and I was, 'yeah..' and I don't know what he meant but that's what he said... Yeaaaaaaaah...

"Nar, I'm go-win for a drink wiv two boys from my sixth form, yeah, i don't know them, like, but they came up to me and I've lost their telephone number now, but yeah..."

Ah, freshers. Most irritating mobile users of any day.

I have decided to be a cat for a while.

Our cat had the life I envied most as a child.

As I prepared to walk a mile to school, she lay curled up by the gas fire.

Some 30 years on and I'm now travelling 14 miles to work, which is polished off with a mile walk up from the train station.

Have I improved my lot?

Of course the cat is dead, but...

... and mellow fruitfulness.

Keats didn't mention anything about it being three degrees and flamin' arctic in Ode to Autumn, but it is both of those here today.

Fished out the fleecy jarmies last night and slept like a log.

Nothing to do with the steak, salad and baked spud I had for tea, followed by half a bar of dark chocolate. I love winter food. It's the winter weather I can't stand.

I'm focusing on my planned trip to South of France, late Spring, now. Splashing about in the Med, looking up at chubby clouds from the beach at Ventimille.

it may be bad to wish your time away but roll on summer.