A new alcopop for well almost everyone (Sorry Ian, who is violently allergic to vodka). Roxxoff is new alcoholic drink with aphrodisiac properties. Currently, their is a group of lobbyists trying to get it banned as they dont think there should be such a blatant link between sex and alcohol. But as Ian will vouch this may be unfounded. The more Ian drinks the less likely he is to have sex: Ian drinking is directly proportional to him talking about sheep. It doesn’t take a genius to realise that talking about sheep is indirectly proportional to pull the ladies.
The astounding Honda ad that’s been keeping us all hypnotised for the last few weeks was done without a hint of CG. The least believeable bit, where the wheels roll up a ramp, was achieved by careful placement of weights inside which would force them to roll when one tap pushed them beyond equilibrium.
Ian’s out of a job at the end of the week, Emily’s hunting for contract work (I think she is anyway, I could be out of date on this) and I don’t know if I’ll still have a job at the end of next month (and I’ve no idea when I’ll find out). I think we’d all better make sure we’ve got sensible e-mail addresses.
It’s a hard life for a monarch, whether our own Lizzie or the new rain queen of the Balobedu tribe.
And my Blogroll is missing as well.
Was it something I said?
For some reason, I’m strangely unmotivated this morning. It might have something to do with the less than 21hours left in the job.
And the Blogextra server, which handles comments, is down and has been since last night. I’ve been having some fun comment conversations recently, hope it’s back soon.