Wednesday

The summer seems intent on wearing on - and while there was some small suggestion of rain on today's weather forecast it seems that the sun will just keep on beating down on London. I'm not moaning about it - except when it makes the office an uninhabitable space - but I can't understand people who live in hot, sunny countries all year round. It's like Bill Hicks' routine about people who live in LA calling up their friends in New York when it's snowing on the East Coast: "What you doin' buddy? Snowed in? I'm out buying a pool!" "What are you, a fucking lizard?!". I just don't think humans - particularly not Northern European humans such as we in London - have evolved to properly function in these conditions. We need bracing winds and light drizzle to reach our optimum performance.

Anyway it hits around 26 degrees today, which isn't the hottest it's been in recent weeks, but with our incredibly noisy air conditioning unit on and two fans blowing in my general direction, I at least manage to ignore the lack of proper air con and the stifling lack of oxygen. I'm doing a lot of catching up on work this week, which is good, and it feels like I might actually be getting on top of the workload by the end of the week. A rare occurence indeed. Later in the afternoon one of our accounts department pops out to Iceland and buys Soleros for everyone - which leaves most of us grinning and a little giddy for the rest of the working day.

In the evening I catch up with a little writing while preparing a nice bolognese dish for when K gets back. I also download and check out the latest Futurama episode which is far from a classic - this new series has been very up and down and probably just needs to find its stride again; but the 'EyePhone' episode was great. When K gets back we spend a little time on various Dorset Council websites researching possible wedding venues. Reading the handy 'Your Dorset Ceremony' booklet makes it all feel very real (though I'm already pretty certain I don't want to get married in a place called Blandford - not the most evocative name ever is it?), but actually provides a lot of decent information and checklists to work through.

Later on, after catching up with Shooting Stars and Mitchell & Webb (which has just the one brilliant sketch about a man with a tiny office) we put on In Bruges, a film neither of us has seen before but thought was worth taking a £5 punt on from Sainsbury's at the weekend. It turns out to be very good indeed - with Colin Farrell, Brendan Gleeson and Ralph Feinnes all putting in really decent performances. Bruges is a brilliant, oddly exotic backdrop to the story of two Irish hitmen hiding out for two weeks after a job that went wrong, with Feinnes playing their psychotic English boss. There are some really good bits of dialogue - and some great swearing - and it's all paced very nicely. Go watch it, I'd say.