Octogenarian

This is, according to my new improved blog machine, the 80th post I write. So happy birthday, Out Like Blixen. Not bad. I'm celebrating with a divine latte in my new home, the cafe I've discovered about 200m down the road from work. Here you get free wireless internet AND kick-ass coffee. Sundance - big it up!


See, this free wireless thing just makes so much business sense to me. For the cafes I mean. I will spend SO MUCH MONEY in this place it's unreal just because they offer this service. I might as well put my own chair in here, and write my name on a cup with a marker pen.

Also, I work much better when there are many things to distract me. I wonder if it's to do with having grown up in a big family. At college I always used to do my coursework in the lounge of our flatshare (which housed 10, by the way) while the TV was blaring and my flatmates having their dinner. Empty, silent rooms reinforce the angst felt when opening up blank word documents that need to be filled. Busy, noisy places supress it. Or something.

Did I mention the coffee is excellent?

It's a stunning day. Hot, no wind, no cloud. Bastards. I'm a week from deadline with a backlog of interviews.

I've also agreed to write the most boring article in the history of the universe. It's a detailed account of the funding possibilities for startup biotechnology companies offered by charities in Europe.... zzzzz... For six months it's been hanging over my head, and today I'm doing the first interview. Can't believe I agreed to it... But then, I know why I did. It will pay 1000 quid, that's why. Ka-ching. I mean, that's a decent holiday. For ONE article...

And, by Dickens, do I need one.