Food containing any traces of garlic should be banned within a work environment, can't these people eat lunch away from their desks? The sun is actually shining outside and their is a park across the road, but no they sit at there desks and discuss how lovely the bread they got from Sainsbury's is causing me to dry wretch as it smells like old socks and crutch.

Funny the snippets of conversation you hear in an open planned office. Try sitting in someone else's chair for a few hours and see the outlook on life they get for a day. I sit facing towards a window and I get to see people come in and out of the office as I also face the doors. I also have the in and out tray hovering over my desk and the water cooler - so everyone docks by my desk and must see the internet abuse I do over my lunch break (yes I work through lunch mostly and I don't eat at my desk, except for the bagel in the morning with coffee). I just smelt Salmon... damn it why fish! I suppose it's better than Sardines as if I smelt that I would tell them to shove those slimy filthy stinky things up their own ass.

Apart from that last weekend happening to be a long weekend, was again a quiet one. I've long decided the party life is on a hold and that once a weekend (if that) is all it needs for me to continue my social decree of abstainance. Currently organising my birthday at Abacus for July 1st with Horse who is hopefully designing a funky invite. Horse and Bradders just got from Malta over the weekend, they have been doing a lot of travelling, hence to say that I havent and everyone else has been.

The boys are trying to get a week away together, possibly Portugal, towards the end of July as tickets are cheap. Hoping to have time off by then for it.

Nothing too exciting in the household. Chris the new English lad is quite the funny guy from Sheffield, as I've been having a few drinks with him of late. Ulandi (spelling?) is the new South African lass into the barracks upstairs, not much to say about her as she as dull as a butter knife and as Praetorian as an Afrikaan can be.... getting closer and closer for me to move out of that place - but I do bide my time!

This Saturday is Bradder's and Ben's birthday at the Zoo bar in Leciester Square (after they were told it was such a bad place on the weekend, it might change) so it should be good days...

It's a salmon salad with sun dried tomatoes - looks good - doesn't make it smell any good though.