Monday, May 29, 2006

Monday Morning Whitney Houston Blues

I had such a lovely weekend. I went to Swakopmund with some friends, went out dancing til the small hours, ate at warm and sunny pavement cafes, browsed in upmarket craft shops, climbed sand dunes and sat by the sea and chilled out. Much beer was consumed, and much good food digested. We even took a jaunt down to the Burning Shore to give Brad and Ange a wave, but the security guards looked a bit threatening. I expect they were too busy what with her giving birth and all to come out and say ‘hi’ anyway.

On that subject, I keep meaning to mention that my favourite radio station, Radio Wave, have been running a poll over the last few weeks, on the subject of whether the day that Angelina Jolie gives birth should be a national holiday in Namibia. I say yes. Any excuse for a long weekend is fine with me.

And now, here I am, in an office with a room temperature of -6, with only a fax machine with a stuck ringer, and a receptionist who insists on playing Whitney Houston’s “I will always love you” on repeat for company.

I knew there was a reason that I hated Mondays.
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