Rejoice!

The print cartridges have arrived and are in place to cater for all your second floor black & white printing needs.

Here is a close up photo of my stereo

nice, isn't it?

The Suicidal Colombian

Christopher Hugo Sabogal. One sandwich short of a picnic.

Funny place names

It's official, places with funny names are funny.

The great chocolate swindle

At 16.14hrs on Thursday 11th August 2005 a shocking discovery was made in the commercial department of UBC. A boost chocolate bar realised it had been eaten. Moments later and it had managed to alert Denise, who after careful consideration over appropriate weaponry for revenge, decided on the group email over the comedy custard pie (too ‘Quinny’). Anna was typically the first to acknowledge developments, releasing a customary shriek of horror at the news (that was executed with finesse).
Sixteen thousand years later my computer clicked into gear, and opened the offending email. Hmmm… depressing stuff… how should I react? Admitting it wasn’t me to the entire company would be pretty hilarious… no; I should definitely blame someone… hmmm… who guarantees a smile? Gavin Rigby, that’s who…
Suddenly my inbox chugs to life, an email, from Roseann… interesting… WHAT? El Sprengiko did it? HE DID NOT! I send my Gavin Rigby email straight away and sit back looking cool.
The Phone rings. It’s Denise. I give Roseann a terrifying look of menace for good measure and pick up the receiver.
“Ted says he saw you eat a boost”
“HE DID NOT!” I reply (for some reason in the third person rather than in reference to Ted). I don’t remember the rest of the conversation - suffice to say nobody swore, and that telephones were involved.
Now the emails were really flying in, Wainwright adding yet more hilarity to the cause. Theresa, pretending to be working, brings ammunition to the debate. ‘Does anyone have any large jiffy bags? I need two!’ Two? An elaborate hoax indeed. Quick as a flash, Roseann replied once more. This should be good... WHAT??? HE DID NOT!!!
Then Denise stokes the flames. This is getting out of hand. I grab my emergency apple and tap away. Sacrificing an apple is clearly the only means of averting a potential hostage situation, of which I have had enough first hand experience to know it’s a pretty bad idea. Apples are also one of the more reliable devices for comedy email gags (For reference, others include ‘horticulture’, ‘chicken and leek soup’ and ‘groin’).
More emails arrived, all nearly as funny! What a great day this was; one from Shane, from John, from Dave, ‘Gout’? brilliant. Add that to my list.
Slowly, sadly, it became apparent we had reached our peak. No amount of electronic interwebbing would bring our beloved boost back. All that was to be done was to sit and wait for the UI guys to catch on. Which they duly did twenty minutes later, Billy coming in from the risky ‘peanuts’ angle with aplomb, whilst Matt inevitably claimed absence - this kind of thing just doesn’t happen when Matt’s around.
The production floor was, by this point, enjoying something of a carnival atmosphere; Lucy had erected a maypole, Emily was spinning some phat tunes, and Charlotte, ever the consummate fête professional, began slicing her homemade rhubarb quiche onto matching Ikea saucers.
This collective outburst of excitement cheapened the moment somewhat, so I returned to my work, with dignity intact, three slices later.
Just one thing was bothering me. Who was the mystery muncher? I took a sip from my chicken and leek soup, and got out my encyclopaedia. I first looked up horticulture, turns out its about grass. Then, with one final roll of the dice, I looked up the symptoms of gout…

Reflections of a Skyline

A lovely piece of video by Stereo Mike Tamman and Ricardo Jakesy Jacques that I was fortunate enough to work on one balmy summer on a Kensington rooftop!



Reflections of a Skyline from Michael Tamman and Vimeo.