My first update using my poncy BlackBerry thingy... How executive am I? That's not rhetorical - seriously, answers on a postcard. Wait, that won't work. Answers on a...hmm... I'l think about it passively while writing the rest of this. Anywho, I just finished work 45 minutes ago and I'm currently sat on my train to London admiring the flat East Anglian scenery. Wait, I just saw a hill! No, actually it wasn't. More a field pretending to be a hill. Somehow. But anyway, I've hardly eaten today, except for some weetabix impersonators living in a Tesco 'wheat biscuits' box, two Activia yogurts that would have gone off otherwise, and three donuts (cheers Mark!) and without getting too graphic, I think I've shat most of that already. I blame a dodgy pizza I ate last night. Nerves? You what? Never. Shut up. What I'm attempting (poorly) to get out is that the lack of stuff in my tummy is contributing significantly to the oddness of this entry! Specifically that hill non-joke. Apologies. Etc. Right, so, the bottom line is I'm excited and truly can't wait to get stuck in to some hardcore stuff-seeing, people-meeting and, those amongst you who think I'm far too skinny a wretch for my own good will be glad to hear, eating. Plus plenty of other ing-ending words - verbs to thems clever folks. But anyway, I need to end this soon so I can feed myself some fatty junk to stave off any further breaches of comic-security, saving everyone time and needless uncomfortability. And you can't prove that's not a word. Cheerio for now!
P.s. Answers on a post-script. No, that doesn't work either. Balls.
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