This kid liked dogs. Good kid.

Left work and shit was on fire. As usual.

Should probably point out that this appeared to be nothing to do with Occupy Brighton. Their site took a pretty bad beating last night with the crazy weather, and some delightful drunks saw this as an opportunity to start a fire then try to fight the firemen who came to put it out. Nice lads.

Made for an interesting photo opportunity, though.

Buffalo’s Christmas party contained jazz. I don’t care for jazz.

I like birds. Wish I could fly.

It’s become a recent ritual to go to Brighton, have some meetings, do a bit of general client work, then socialise with Dan and a few of Buffalo‘s Brighton nerd friends. Always a fun evening, but I hate getting trains with changes.

In order, Paul (I may remove Paul’s skin and wear it over mine. I would look way better), steak and Andy‘s incredible inability to consume peas, Joe (vote for Joe Holdcroft), the moon hiding, a dude reading his phone and some guy who appears to have lost a train.

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