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Barry Frost

Locking up the office myself because everyone's buggered off at 5.45. Slackers.

I want my money back. Lulu's 'Shout' is not eighties music.

Thinking that children should be seen and not heard. Especially when he's trying to bravely do some shopping.

Thinking that Plambo will be quarantined in the Great Park tomorrow and won't be able to get to work.

A bit sunburnt, but nicely relaxed after a lovely holiday in Madeira.

Why am I always waiting for a delayed Slough to Windsor train. It's only got two stops!

Found out my neighbours' children are called Isobel and Sebastian. Sadly, she's Izzy, thus wasting the opportunity to be an indie band.

Windsor's packed with toffs waiting for non-existant taxis to Cartier. They're getting rather eggy. Bless.

Lying in a hot tub drinking champagne and eating handmade chocolates. It's a hard life.

Woo. Despite what the muppet in the Orange shop said, I *can* have an upgrade. New K810i arriving Tuesday.

Hasn't @flatpackedworld got enough gadgets? Can one have too many?

Dogs in office + women = zero productivity. Even my headphones can't drown out the giggling.

Settling down for an afternoon of the British Grand Prix and the Wimbledon Men's Final.

Do keep up @flatpackedworld. Even my Mum's a pro at Wii Tennis...

Listening to Alex squeal at photos of bunnies