Well, last week carried on much the same as it normally does: always looking forward to the weekend when you don’t have to see the faces of the people you work with for 2 days. On the Thursday, I’m called to have a word with one of the managers. Oh dear, what have I done…
“Ah, Threelight. You have been chosen to do this particular thing by our team leader. How would you like to go down to London tomorrow, train fare and ticket paid for, to the British International Motor Show?”
“Er, let me think for a second. Er, yes please.”
So me and another person from the department both travelled down to London Docklands and saw the new cars and boats and stuff. It was quite enjoyable. There wasn’t a single car that stood out. The person who went with me was trying to get a reaction out of me about what car made me go “wow”, but no car did. A few made me go “Hmmm, I like the look of that” but none that stood out.
And a few of the concept cars were plain stupid. One of the cars we saw early on was quite simply stupid. Blue, and, well, plastic. Loads of room, but someone obviously had the freedom to design whatever they liked, and designed a monstrosity. Ugly.
Oh, the Top Gear stand was quite well attended. Well, they did have some of the cars they used in the series, and selling the lastest issue for £1. Bargain. Of course, that’s if you like Top Gear, which I’m aware many people do not.
When we eventually got outside, I could hear a stange noise of airplanes coming from the direction of the O2 Arena. It didn’t take me long to realise that the pilots were putting some form of practice for the Red Bull Air Races, an event that I’ll probably get to see one day. So, you had the noise of the planes on one side (I couldn’t see them go through the gates, as the O2 Arena was in the way), and seeing Porsches, Lamborghini’s, Astons, all on a track about 6 feet away from you. Heck. I was spoilt for choice.
All in all then, a very good day. I was foot-tired by the time I got home, but that’s one of the prices you pay I suppose.
Apart from that, nothing much happened. Oh, only that I went for my haircut on Saturday, and today. The Tight-Bloused Babe said she likes my new style: makes me look different. A result there then.