Well we’ve reached the end of a week in which quite a lot went wrong. I suspect now that this was the time of year where the warranties all expire, meaning the day afterwards, the lights no longer flicker, springs stop being sprung and a squeak develops on on the seat tilt control of you over-priced “office lifestyle” chair.

That basically sums up nicely the entire week, it just didn’t seem to stop at all. Night after night, coming back to mission control, after suffering more hot armpits on the tube and Docklands Light Railway, of which it truly depends what day you catch it on, as to whether or not it works, does indeed take it’s toll on your spirit and mind.

You’ve basically been going nowhere fast.

I can now understand why night after night, hordes of people in suits and possibly their own clothes go down to the bars and drink themselves silly. Even I succumbed to the need to drown the sorrows with the aid of the fruit portion known as “Cider.” Sometimes, because it can be such an intense time, it will affect your mood far more quickly than anywhere else you could possibly think of, with the current exceptions being the Middle East, Africa and China at the moment.

Let’s be fair, it’s not all sunshine in those places is it? Well it’s mostly smog in China but that’s a different matter.

When that fateful drink touched my lips, it went down a treat, the smooth silkiness of the apple-plumbed liquid on the mouth was something to be celebrated, something to be savoured.

It made a lot of the weeks woes fade away quietly into the night, the evening was far more enjoyable and after drinking in the bar in the local workplace, what rounded off the Friday evening was nothing short of spectacular, and it is a sheer pleasure to describe to you what went on.

After losing some people in an Italian restaurant where possibly the waiters all made us feel like we just left a flaming dump on the doorstep of the establishment, my companion Phil and I made our way across town to Adam’s Ribs, a place which sold sofas.

No, of course we went there to taste some ribs coated in the finest barbecue sauce, together with some tea and some chips, it went down like a treat. It was so orgasmic, the taste, that I wanted to take the plate to a fancy hotel to get to know it better. Perhaps it was the start of a tragic love affair, where one day, my lovely rib-friend would tickle me a bit too much and 9 months later there were a load of baby back ribs running around, and the world would be good.

The ribs were so tender and succulent, that you didn’t even need to use cutlery to pry the meat apart, it just fell apart in your hands and frankly, it was a shame the meal had to end.

It was during this time you realise something.

If you aren’t able to enjoy pleasures such as this while working all the hours trying to solve god knows what, then you simply have to ask yourself: “What’s the point?” and that’s why we do all the things we do. At least I would hope that’s why we do all the things we do, to some others I’ve noticed, they seem incapable of enjoying life without work, and well perhaps that’s something which can be cured, using questionable drugs of unknown origin…. 🙂

Ah, yes I’ve been told I am to comment on current events: The Olympics started. And there’s that then.

Moving on and to end tonight’s post on a more twisted note, I had listened to the Adam and Joe show (in a sense continuing the Adam theme which seems to have crept into the blog post this fine evening.) and the last show before today’s, they had a Song Wars session to see who could construct the best Bond theme for the next film, the Solumn of Wallace or whatever it is called.

Take a look at this with the music and judge whether or not this effort by Joe Cornish, is better than most bond themes of recent years, and possibly whether or not it would be better than what Alicia Cheese and the other bloke would come up with: