Let the countdown begin

Yesterday - June 21st- marked a year to the day until Rhod and I get married. So effectively it was our minus one year anniversary. I mused at the prospect of how one should celebrate such a day. Maybe someone should take away a paper item you own. Who knows?

I decided to celebrate it by pausing at several points throughout the afternoon and wondering what might be occuring that same time next year. Eg. At 1:10, will I have tripped over my dress in an unceremonious style whilst walking down the aisle towards my future intended? At 2:30, will I have spilt champagne all over me whilst the wedding car pulls away? At 5:00, will we have started eating yet as I'll no doubt be starving as always and in need of something to soak up the drink? At 8:20 will a child have started crying yet because it's been a "long day" and they're now tired and showing off? At 10:40 will my Dad be doing any 'dad dancing'? On that thought I fell asleep.

Who knows how the day will turn out? I've got a year to wait and see. Now where's that piece of paper gone?

Thank you for flying German wings

I don't have as many facebook friends as Anna. I've given this some thought and have come to the conclusion that this is probably a fair reflection of reality. But I do have aeroplane and airport friends and you can't really put a price on that friendship.

I fly Germanwings. It's a low cost German carrier so think Ryan Air or Easy jet but with Airbus planes as the Germans like to keep it local.

I am aware of the importance of advertising in the world. I am also aware that it is important to target your customers. I fly on a Monday morning wearing a suit. So do the majority, lets say 80% to use a completely made up statistic, of the other travellers. We, me and my friends who aren't on facebook, fly from London (yeah right) Stansted to Cologne. When I arrive in Cologne I am "looking forward" to work. I spring out of my seat desperate to get to work (desperate to get through passport control and to baggage claim first). Unfortunately before I am released from the plane I have to take my piece of Germanwings advertising.

The first time I was intrigued. Handed a pink latex thing in a clear plastic bag some strange thoughts ran through my head. On the bus to the terminal the suspense was too great so I ripped it open.

A beach ball! What the @#&* am I going to do in with a beach ball? Cologne, to my knowledge is not even near a beach and is certainly not famous for it's holiday resorts.

So my current collection of Beach balls is as follows. I gave one to my colleague who was going on holiday with his kids. There is one in my bedroom that I occasionally kick around. There is also one in my parents garden. Finally I keep 2 (still packed, obviously) in my laptop bag so that I am prepared for a rainy day/special occasion/emergency (delete as appropriate).

I think 5 is as many as I'm going to get. I can't wait to see the next form of advertising media.

The new love of my life

It was bound to happen. New jobs, new lives...it was only a matter of time before we found new love. This would explain the complete abandonment of this blogsite in recent weeks. But we're not ashamed. When you find new love you want to spend every waking minute with that person and Rhod and I both realise that it was worth putting wedding plans and house buying plans on hold while we grapple with this new hold on our lives. It's time you all knew...we are in love with a website called Facebook!

It has taken over my life, no seriously, it has, and it hasn't helped that my company endorses its employees using it during work time in order that we all"embrace the digital age." For those of you who don't know what I'm going on about, Facebook is a website which allows you to create your own profile and build up a network of friends and keep up to date with what's going on in their lives and their friends' lives. You can change your status, create your own groups, add photo albums and embarrass friends by 'tagging' them and if you're feeling frisky you can even 'poke' them! All you need to do to start is register your name and upload a photo of yourself. (Ok even the photo isn't compulsory but it sure helps, especially if you happen to be called John Smith.) It's Friends Reunited but without the ludicrous annual subscription. It's become a bit of a race between Rhod and I to see who has the most friends on Facebook. I won't say who's winning...huh hum. Oh and did I mention that it's incredibly addictive.

So if you haven't joined yet, stop reading this tripe and go to www.facebook.com now. We'll be waiting for you!