train

Ruffnecks

Train journeys are usually dull as hell. I’ve taken to calling friends on Facetime when I go on trains on my own – it’s really the only way to make them bearable. Most of the time they end up being pretty fun. I met Katie and Chris whilst showing Perkins, Fiona and Matt around the train carriage.

Someone suggested that I get them to draw a penguin. I like Chris’ thinking outside the box. He’s questioning arbitrary labels – what we call a cow is black and white, like a penguin. Why can’t a cow sometimes be a penguin? Either that, or he just didn’t get the brief.

Katie’s effort is interesting. I’m not entirely sure what’s going on in the crotch area, so we’ll avoid that for decency’s sake. In all, an excellent effort (leagues better than mine, which no-one will ever see).

In any case; this was a great way to spend two hours. Train or no train.

The less said, the better

Brighton Tuesdays

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.