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August already? Cough!Ok:1) Which capital city contains the letters 'y', 'k' and 'j' in its name, in that order?2) Who composed the Brandenburg Concertos?3) What fruit do you get if you cross a blackberry and a raspberry?4) Whose autobiography is entitled "I don't mean to be rude but"5) Which two properties on the english monopoly board start with the letter 'B'?

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Portugal was, all in all, a great break. I hadn’t got away to somewhere sunny in, literally, years. It was difficult to relax though. For a start, taking a break in the middle of a project is stressful. I want things to go well in my absence but I find myself worrying about things I’ve delegated or whatever. There was a little bit of work stuff to do, not much, but the effect of doing the work

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So there’s a girl. The girl’s name is Karina and we met a month ago. We were playing cricket and Benny caught a ball in the face, bending a tooth out of place and scarring his upper lip. Lots of blood. Trip to A&E, got home, went over the pub to meet Al. Al was there with a few friends, Karina’s one of them. Got talking, spontaneous poker game back at ours, drunken hilarity ensues, walk her home,

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Work is going well. I’ve delivered the most significant thing I needed to deliver and the client’s really engaged with it. The people continue to be nice, the food’s good and I’ve just been paid for April which was nice. Biggest ever invoice. Yummy.The hotel I was staying in was hit by a collapsing tower crane on Saturday (above). No one was killed, one chap is stable in hospital. That must have

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I'm in Portugal!I'm in a phone shop in portugal hijacking an unsecure wifi connection to fix a fuckup (not mine) at work!Benny is outside enjoying the sunshine!We have a pool!Left hand drive cars are funny!Driving on the right is funny!Technology is awesome! Mobile phones, Wifi and Satnav make this all a fucking breeze.I've falled in love with a girl! (...I know you've heard it all before, but it

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"Dibs. Fact."Har Har.Har Har Har Har.

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First proper cricket game of the year, a friendly vs our landlords. And it was a friendly - the pitch is a slow one, so none of the bowlers were putting any pace of the ball and we were all fielding close in to the wicket. We batted first and made a respectable tally. I didn't bat - as perennial number 11 it's frequently the case that I get all padded up and then don't get in. Oh well - great fun

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Two drummers came down to jam with us on Saturday. Jemma came down in the morning - she was impressive but struggled a lot with the higher tempo songs and found holding some of the songs tricky. In the afternoon we were joined by Ash who totally blew me away. It was excellent to play with a proper person rather than a drum machine; we held every song together, he and I, in a way that I haven't

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What a week. Wharrafuckingweek. There's often a week like this on every project. If I thought I was eating it a week or two ago, this week they served up the main course and I stuffed my face. Serious targets for serious people with the promise of a ha-youge presentation at the end of it to the lady who's in charge of the area we're working in and her team. Only slightly intimidating as a concept

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As predicted, I have a virus. This verdict brought to you courtesy of a doctor, a very nice man who took less than 90s to arrive at the same conclusion I did last week. It's all very nice knowing what's wrong with me, but he stubbornly refused to prescribe me any fun drugs (opium, for instance) to fix the problem / render it inconsequential. So I prescribed myself a large decaf latte from Nero

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Commenced with cricket on Friday night. Indoor game again at hedge end. Mash ran when he shouldn't have, I didn't tell him to stop when I should have so I got run out without facing a ball. How inglorious. Fielding went better. Ian (captain) and Phil (top bat) were on. Phil hit the ball and it hit the wall. I retrieved it super quick and chucked it to Matt, who ran Ian out - much to his disgust.

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I'm crook. Bleughh. Got 8 hours sleep last night which is more than I've had in months. Rocked into the office. Hacked away at some stuff. Started to feel a bit dodge. Started running a temperature, feeling dizzy etc. Funny red dots on my hands. Bailed at 4, passed out at 4:30 fully clothed and roused at 6pm by Nicky telling me some fresh air would help. One pizza express later, not feeling much

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Got my first ever wicket at cricket last night. Indoors again. I was fielding at point, Matt hit the ball short and started to run. I ran in, scooped up the ball and threw it at the wicket, beating Simon by a few metres. Not a glorious one, but a pretty fucking cool moment.Bandwise, this morning we nailed Slither. All the songs are great. It's just awesome being in the room and being a part of it

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Joe has headed up to a project in Yorkshire. We saw him off with one last wagamama (I swear, the man's obsessed) and a nice bottle of champagne. From next week we've got Nicky with us. Nicky's great fun. Last time I saw her we were necking cocktails and playing drinking games here. I'm going to miss Joe. I'm not sure how much fun the evenings are going to be without him. Next week will be week 7.

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How brand disloyal am I? Hmmm? Focus group's worst nightmare, me.The coffee machine at work broke and my productivity suffered. Not that I drink coffee. I drink tea, but the water was too cold. The other vending machines all do instant tea which is simply terrible. So I went shopping for good tea. Favourite was green tea from starbucks.But you do feel a bit, well, robbed, going into a coffee shop

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'Cos there's nothing at all'Cept the space in betweenFinding out what you're calledAnd repeating your nameOne of the managers we're working with is called Ruby. Quite often we'll just be sat in the meeting room and someone will take a call from her. I just can't stop myself from singing the song. This is doing absolutely nothing for my vigorous assurances to Dennis that six weeks spent hacking

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I love music.That's a lame sentence. Let's evidence it. I have 3674 songs in itunes. 580 of those are purchased, and I've been buying music off itunes for 2 years. That means an average spend of c. £230 a year, or one new album every fortnight or so. I spend a minimum of 10 hours a week playing bass. I leave the hotel early in the morning so that I don't have to walk to work with my colleagues so

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DSC00098.jpg Originally uploaded by tom_h. Only a loser. And it sure wasn't going to be me. Sorry Debbie.A very nice afternoon down the pub. Lots of orange juice and lemonade. Very chilled.

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14042007086.jpg Originally uploaded by tom_h. Ian, Ben and I helped the nice chaps who own the ground that our team play at paint their pavilion on Saturday. We made good progress but it was quite boring. It reminded me of painting the brewery a bit but it's a good marker of how stuff changes. During the brewery stuff I was just looking for something dumb and repetitive to help my brain

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09042007069.jpg Originally uploaded by tom_h. On Monday Rob, Ursula, Mick and Carla were kind enough to take me with them to an indian restaurant in Southall for lunch. This was the proper shit, apparently. I was dead keen. When Rob gets wound up about food it's always with good reason.It was an odd place - kind of place I'd normally walk past, anyway. Southall itself, in part, feels like

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13042007085.jpg Originally uploaded by tom_h. Whenever I get stuck behind a car transporter I have to periodically remind myself that I'm not playing Grand Theft Auto.

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13042007082.jpg Originally uploaded by tom_h. Seattle, London, Milan and Brussels. These are, quite literally, the names of some of the meeting rooms I've worked in this week. Here is a picture of me in one of them. In the almost-canceled Studio 60, when the writer character Matt is having trouble with stuff and under stress he shouts "I'm eating it". Well, this week has mainly looked

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Here is a video of where the rehearsal space we're using is. You'd seriously have no idea it was there. You go through a gate, through someone's garden, through two thick layers of soundproofing and then you're in the live room. Great space though. Good, er, vibe or something.

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11042007074.jpg Originally uploaded by tom_h. This is my very good friend Nick. Nick is a very successful estate agent in North London. Nick is also rubbish at sharing problems. It took four glasses of cava, half a bottle of malbec and a brandy before he told me how his year's been so far.On new year's day he heard one of his close friends had been killed in a car crash. Nick and friends

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