I have decided that as part of my new outlook on life I am going to take on different alter egos to suit my moods. So yesterday I was catwoman (compete with outfit). Unfortunately the catwoman effect was rather spoiled by being stuck at home due to childcare issues and I ended up feeling like roadkill instead. Catwoman was reborn today, but this time the boots are flat and I'm wearing a rather jazzy mini kilt so that the office doesn't get a view of my pants (my leggings are rather see-through, which is fine at home when I want attention from Mike but rather a different matter when I've got Duncan in stock and supply commenting on how he can see my pants).

I think there's a lot to be said for dressing up as therapy. There is still yet a possibility that I will give up the wine career for some form of mini fashion empire mixed with the dj side of things....

Went out for Dom's leaving drinks last night at the Pumphouse, which served well to remind me why although I like the people I work with, I'm glad I don't hang out with them all the time...

Found myself craving fish and chips at the point where the conversation started revolving around stuff I had absolutely no interest in but then couldn't get a word in edgeways for another half hour after I'd phoned Mike from the loo to tell him that i was coming home.Didn't want to just get up and walk out so I ended up being stuck there, waiting for the chance to announce my departure. Maybe I should stop being so socially conscious and polite when I'm bored/hungry and be more of a cunt.

Anyhow, cod and chips really was the answer, although Mike wouldn't kiss me afterwards as I tasted like fish. Spoken by the man who eats heinz sandwich spread - what can I say? Two bottles of Katy Rose meant that i slept like a baby, didn't want to get up this morning and now I'm as horny as hell. Again. H.Ren reckons I'm on heat. I think she might be right.

I have decided that now is the time for me to start trying to make a serious impact on my more creative urges as my job looks like it is about to turn to absolute shit. Another one bites the dust yada yada blah blah...

Off to have drinks tonight with our ex senior buyer Dom. It's a real shame that he's gone and it's a sign of the times that ALL the good people are going.

Time to get myself a copy of Serrato, a new laptop and put some serious effort in I think. At least it's almost the weekend, and Sunday is Pee wee Ellis time :-)