Very busy.

Dinner on Monday. Long meetings last night. Meeting a mate over from London on his way to NZ tonight.

Talking of going to NZ, this morning a mate called:

“Where are you watching the game on Sat?”
“No idea yet, how about you?”
“Christchurch.”
“Twat.”

Also, at the dinner on Monday, me and another guy bought four raffle tickets. He held them out and said to pick two. I did and then he asked if I wanted to swap, “No, it’s fate” says I. I got nothing. He won the top prize — biz class tickets to Cebu and the hotel for a few nights.

Anyway, it’s not over yet. Oooof. Only messing.

So something is a little bit fooked up at work, somone asked me why. My reply:

“That which is static and repetitive is boring. That which is dynamic and random is confusing. In between lies art.”

It’s a quote by someone, can’t rememeber or be arsed to look it up.

So what’s Cantonese for P45?