july | 97 | St LaCroix
Doug (the guy they've got me working with) wasn't in today
so all’s calm. Graham wasn’t there either and now I’m just
waiting for Fabio (from the travel department) to sort out
my flight to Ireland and Munich. I slept well last night
despite a huge thunderstorm in the middle of the night.
Fucking thing woke me up. Never heard anything like it.
No one seems to think much of it here.
If it was london it'd be on the fucking news.
I’m sitting in D’Amicos after a tasty cherry scone and I’ve
just bought a nice new phone..it’s see–though…and some
little speakers just to tide me over for the Walkman and the
Mac. I’ve got all my travel to Munich and Ireland all sorted
out and it won’t even cost anything more to go to Ireland.
I‘ve briefed out those storyboards and I rang Andy in
London who says that the Saatchi heads are all in
conference about what to do with the future of the
company. Glad I’m not there for that. I spoke to Tobin
Jouffe (a director that Jack met) (jack is yet another
copywriter I'm working with) and I think I managed to
interest him in the Time Magazine spot. Clever me.
A girl just smiled at me because she was trying to get
the attention of the shitty lazy staff here. Hey hey.
I’m just after getting my hair cut by a girl called Sheeba.
And dare I say it I think I’ve lost some weight.
I can always see it more clearly when I‘ve had my haircut.
July 19 | Saturday night at the StLaCroix Beige Airport
I’m waiting at gate 6 for my flight to Amsterdam which
will connect for Munich. Flight 10pm long wait. Graham is
imminent. I’m watching out for his skeletal frame.I already
spotted him lurking around I have to to say I’m not looking
forward to this. Still, it’s not exactly hard work sitting on a
plane. Last night I had a good laugh with the boys Mike,
Jerry, Bob with their Parents at a place called Manny’s. Big
fatsteaks all round.They seem to really like me I mean
really really like me. I’m suspicious of course.
A tasty chick has just sat down next to me.
Hispanic looking. At least this shitty airport is air
conditioned. It’s so humid outside although today is a little
cooler. Troy the tall good looking cunt and Pete the squeaky
needy one called around to the house just after me having
had my second earth shattering wank of the day. I was
naturally glowing until I realised that Pete was having
girlfriend probems and he wanted to know if he could stay
with me in my new house since I had so much space.
The short answer I had for him was “fuck right off you
little cunt” but instead I said ’don’t stop looking for a
place to stay while I think about it”
I rang Phil and she’s in good form.
She talked about Brian Rafferty opening a new Restaurant in
Kikenny with Caislean Cuan which is supposed to be the
last word in trendiness.
The female announcer is telling us in a ridicoulously nasal voice
that she’ll...get the Reno flight out of the way before I help you
go on to Amsterdam” In London they’ve started calling Tube
passengers “Customers” and the guy who inspects the tickets
to see if you’re cheating is now a ‘Revenue Control Officer”
As for me? I’d rather take the red-eye to Reno.
There really are some serious rednecktypes around and
yet the women are fucking stunning, Apparently the gay
population the (fag-count) is second only to San Fran which
is fine since that leaves all these not yet fucked-up women
to the likes of me. Not that I’m ever going to bury my particular
badger. (Badge in the vadge?) Found pictures of Penny today.
Fair dues to me, she was tasty. I fucked her thousands of times.
The tasty Spanish chick just got up and left.maybe she senses
the evil or was she was reading it? Slut.
Back from a wander around the airport. I’ve concluded that
Ted and Graham are in the 1st class lounge chilling. Suits me.
I don’t care any more.
When I see a young chick with a beautiful body, I look.
I mentally record it ....for later. Yes that’s right.
Tim (yet another copywriter) is probably in the middle
of nowhere shooting the BNV Piss script. with
whatshisface. Again, suits me.
I don’t want to drink more water and
then I do want to drink more. Yes yes it’s like that.
"That's where the party's at...and you'll find out
when you do that"
Graham... Grahamee..
Grahameeistic oh the Grahameeness of it all.
Ted and Graham. Graham and Ted. Ted ’n’ Graham.
Ted's head...Graham's Fame
You know what I mean? Yes it's like that
so all’s calm. Graham wasn’t there either and now I’m just
waiting for Fabio (from the travel department) to sort out
my flight to Ireland and Munich. I slept well last night
despite a huge thunderstorm in the middle of the night.
Fucking thing woke me up. Never heard anything like it.
No one seems to think much of it here.
If it was london it'd be on the fucking news.
I’m sitting in D’Amicos after a tasty cherry scone and I’ve
just bought a nice new phone..it’s see–though…and some
little speakers just to tide me over for the Walkman and the
Mac. I’ve got all my travel to Munich and Ireland all sorted
out and it won’t even cost anything more to go to Ireland.
I‘ve briefed out those storyboards and I rang Andy in
London who says that the Saatchi heads are all in
conference about what to do with the future of the
company. Glad I’m not there for that. I spoke to Tobin
Jouffe (a director that Jack met) (jack is yet another
copywriter I'm working with) and I think I managed to
interest him in the Time Magazine spot. Clever me.
A girl just smiled at me because she was trying to get
the attention of the shitty lazy staff here. Hey hey.
I’m just after getting my hair cut by a girl called Sheeba.
And dare I say it I think I’ve lost some weight.
I can always see it more clearly when I‘ve had my haircut.
July 19 | Saturday night at the StLaCroix Beige Airport
I’m waiting at gate 6 for my flight to Amsterdam which
will connect for Munich. Flight 10pm long wait. Graham is
imminent. I’m watching out for his skeletal frame.I already
spotted him lurking around I have to to say I’m not looking
forward to this. Still, it’s not exactly hard work sitting on a
plane. Last night I had a good laugh with the boys Mike,
Jerry, Bob with their Parents at a place called Manny’s. Big
fatsteaks all round.They seem to really like me I mean
really really like me. I’m suspicious of course.
A tasty chick has just sat down next to me.
Hispanic looking. At least this shitty airport is air
conditioned. It’s so humid outside although today is a little
cooler. Troy the tall good looking cunt and Pete the squeaky
needy one called around to the house just after me having
had my second earth shattering wank of the day. I was
naturally glowing until I realised that Pete was having
girlfriend probems and he wanted to know if he could stay
with me in my new house since I had so much space.
The short answer I had for him was “fuck right off you
little cunt” but instead I said ’don’t stop looking for a
place to stay while I think about it”
I rang Phil and she’s in good form.
She talked about Brian Rafferty opening a new Restaurant in
Kikenny with Caislean Cuan which is supposed to be the
last word in trendiness.
The female announcer is telling us in a ridicoulously nasal voice
that she’ll...get the Reno flight out of the way before I help you
go on to Amsterdam” In London they’ve started calling Tube
passengers “Customers” and the guy who inspects the tickets
to see if you’re cheating is now a ‘Revenue Control Officer”
As for me? I’d rather take the red-eye to Reno.
There really are some serious rednecktypes around and
yet the women are fucking stunning, Apparently the gay
population the (fag-count) is second only to San Fran which
is fine since that leaves all these not yet fucked-up women
to the likes of me. Not that I’m ever going to bury my particular
badger. (Badge in the vadge?) Found pictures of Penny today.
Fair dues to me, she was tasty. I fucked her thousands of times.
The tasty Spanish chick just got up and left.maybe she senses
the evil or was she was reading it? Slut.
Back from a wander around the airport. I’ve concluded that
Ted and Graham are in the 1st class lounge chilling. Suits me.
I don’t care any more.
When I see a young chick with a beautiful body, I look.
I mentally record it ....for later. Yes that’s right.
Tim (yet another copywriter) is probably in the middle
of nowhere shooting the BNV Piss script. with
whatshisface. Again, suits me.
I don’t want to drink more water and
then I do want to drink more. Yes yes it’s like that.
"That's where the party's at...and you'll find out
when you do that"
Graham... Grahamee..
Grahameeistic oh the Grahameeness of it all.
Ted and Graham. Graham and Ted. Ted ’n’ Graham.
Ted's head...Graham's Fame
You know what I mean? Yes it's like that
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