Friday, 8 October 2004

being john noakes

Last night I dreamt that I was trying to herd a galloping baby elephant (real player clip) round and round in circles.



I have spent the last two days trying to find someone to sell me A5 purple folders.

  • I have spoken to the manufacturer, who sells them in bulk to wholesalers, but doesn't retail them.
  • I have spoken to about a thousand wholesalers, but they only sell to retailers.
  • I have spoken to about a million retailers, who only sell them in packs of assorted colours and don't want to have to sit down and pick out all the purple ones.
  • Aaarrgghhh.
R has gone out to scour the area's stationery shops.



B has gone to do a four-hour get-out on marginal sleep after getting home from his last job at 5.30am.



I am producing the contents of forty packs of marketing information, with nothing to place said information in when I have done it.



I want to lie down under the table with some nice, soothing, wet newspaper over my face and have someone massage my feet.



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