Alice back living the values once more
Started new job last Monday, everyone's nice but have been reminded how it's always a bit rubbish starting from scratch in a new place and having to get to know how things work etc. Rediscovering the joys of Insite and Extensity, and spending many a happy hour catching up on all the Send to Babloos that I missed. I haven't really got enough work to do so my main challenge at the moment is trying to stay looking busy on good days and trying to stay looking awake on bad days. Have just managed to get myself involved on a client which might mean I get to go to Abu Dhabi for a meeting though (a small chance, but still better than anything I would have got in Manc) so that's not bad for a week's work. It's probably cooler over there than in the office anyway, seeing as we have no flaming air conditioning!!!!!! If it had been 2 degrees hotter last week we would have got to go home; instead, I sat and got hot and sticky in front of a 2000-row Excel sheet weighing up whether to go and put my head under the tap (probably not the height of Parisian chic).
Alice gets caught up in World Cup chaos and has to walk 2 miles home
Yes I know this is all happened a long long time ago. I'm only telling you so I can make this blog entry more colourful with some pictures...
For reasons I still don't fully understand myself, I watched the England v Portugal match in Planet Hollywood on the Champs Elysees. They had a big screen which was good, then loads of ridiculous celebrity cardboard cutouts stuck in front of the screen in a kind of display, obscuring about 1/3 of the view. This was bad. About 20 mins in some drunk northern bloke took action and pulled a load of them down, all his mates started shouting "Easy!!" and it felt just like home.
Then I went to see my friend Jethro (sic) to watch France v Brazil. Anyways, to cut a not very interesting story short, the metro stopped running due to all the revelry and silliness and I had to walk all the way home on my own at 1 in the morning pursued most of the way by various drunk French idiots going "allo bebe", "tu as des yeux merveilleux" etc... Not happy was I. Thankfully they lost on Sunday and so I was able to get myself back home and tucked up in bed at a reasonable hour ha ha!
So here at last are the damn pictures. These were the scenes at the Arc de Triomphe. They don't really capture what was going on - there were riot police and burning cars down one of the avenues but I was a bit scared of taking photos of the gendarmes as they tend to be a bit touchy about that kind of thing...
Alice superglues fingers to coaster in moment of craft-madness
I have a stupid cheap IKEA coffee table in my flat with holes in it:
Everything falls through and it makes me cross. When I was walking by the river with my friend Helen who came to stay this weekend I found some cool arty coaster thingies. This is what I made with them!!!
Unfortunately I've been blinded by my own creative genius so I have no idea of whether my coaster table covering oeuvre d'art is very cool or very naff. All comments greatly received. As long as you don't criticise in any way whatsoever.
It was the first time I'd ever used superglue and, naive as it sounds, I just didn't realise how sticky it is! So, obviously, I managed to stick 3 fingers to the bottom of one of the coasters while holding two together to stick them. I now have little patches of gold-coloured paper on my fingertips, which provide an interesting diversion on the metro as I try to pick/suck/bite/file them off. Wonder how long it'll take...
