Month: September 2000

Ceci n’est-ce pas une meme. In fact, if you ask me, it’s a bloody con. If you must, look deeper.

Hmmm. I can’t even remember if I mentioned this one, so I will now. Yet another little design project for timeout.com – the Budweiser: The Bigger Picture Offers page. If you’re interested, you should sign up. I might be there…

One side of a conversation with Katy last night between the restaurant and the tube station:

• “I do not get boring when you’re out of the city.”
• “No, I have had no sex for the last three weeks.”
• “If you really need a snog then snog one of these people. They look like they need it.”
• “Really? Since 2pm you say…?”
• “It’s raining. Can we talk about this somewhere dry?”
• “Are you sure you can walk?”
• “The text message said, ‘Have succumbed to desire for junk food’, Katy, and I was there when you received it.”
• “Yes, I know you spent the afternoon with Evil Nick – that was who the text message was from.”
• “Yes, I do remember what the text message said.”
• “Yes I know you’ve been drinking since 2pm.”
• “In Corny’s flat you say?”
• “Can I borrow your mobile to text message Corny and Evil Nick?”
• “Why are you spending all your time with my friends?”
• “No I didn’t text message them saying that you wanted to shag them.”
• “No I did not say, “Why are you shagging all my friends’.”
• “Are you shagging all my friends?”
• “Drinking since 2pm? Really? I didn’t know that…”
• “Are you really sure you can walk?”

I’ve scanned the Evening Standard article and put it up on the site. You can link to it directly here: http://www.plasticbag.org/images/extra/standard_article.gif. And before you ask, the journalist who wrote the article, Debbie Barham (who came to the UK webloggers meeting last night) apologised for the headline. We must remember, my friends, that headlines are the territory of Editors and Sub-Editors, not Journalists themselves. And you know how we all hate Editors.

The evening was pretty cool, all things considered – we all met up outside Ben and Jerry’s on Leicester Square at 7pm (except Katy, already drunk, rolled up ten minutes later). From there we wandered off to a Japanese restaurant where people took photos, made bad jokes, referenced each others lives and talked about weblogging. At around 10 – Katy and I rolled off home – but more about the trip from the restaurant to the tube later in the day…