travelled up to sony in London with my computer from work, in an 80 quid taxi fare! I’m up here working on site for a while. Not all that bad considering I used to work in golden square back in early 2001, its like being home again! The train journey is going to be a killer…

FIRE

Published 26th of Mar, 2003. Stored under diary

The old west pier is on fire! There has been a drive in recent months for the council and the pier trust fund to renovate this aging lump, its been un-used for about 30 years and the sea has destroyed most of it. Now its a total burnt out shell, they are going to have quite a job convincing anyone that its worth fixing.

As I walked through town, one couldn’t help noticing that the streets were filled with smoke, this smoke (from the burning pier) practically swept right through brighton and hove right up to the train station.

G Man

Published 21st of Mar, 2003. Stored under diary

Toby has come to stay with me and work here at babel for a few weeks. My flat is still mostly bare, we both have to sleep on the floor in discomfort.

wodge of Âœ50 notes

Published 27th of Feb, 2003. Stored under diary

Yowser! I got paid. Laid down the deposit on my new flat. It’s also russes birthday today, happy B-day mang.

Boss Men

Published 25th of Feb, 2003. Stored under diary

Today I moved out of the flat that I was staying in, and moved into my directors flat. Now I am staying with the two executive directors of Babel! A very plush place indeed. I’m very lucky, its for a weeks while I wait for my paperwork to go through on my new abode.

Maharishi

Published 20th of Feb, 2003. Stored under diary

Went home earlier than usual to have a few drinks with the guy I’m staying in brighton with. I’d been staying clear of the house for the past month to give him and his girlfriend some breathing space… although they would complain either way; you’re here too much or you’re never here you treat this like a hotel its understandable that I can’t win, give me a key to come and go but then complain that I’m coming in a going out.
Well I’m sure they are happy drinking Maharishi tea or whatever. The man has a very short memory as I put him up for about 2 months while we were in London. Still, musnt complain, must be hard having someone stay when you’re in a relationship and the house is invaded.

Thumb Acres

Published 18th of Feb, 2003. Stored under diary

Went to the last ever Thumb Acres, a weekly pub based games night where drinkers can play xbox / dreamcast etc games on a huge projection screen.
Was a very good night out. Shortly after my manager took myself and a few others out to a sleazy nightclub where we all got copiously drunk and made fools out of our selves.

penguin climbers

Published 4th of Feb, 2003. Stored under diary

Made a great analogy; people in the pub describing how the contract process works here at Babel, with people being sacked, put on the bottom of the list and waiting to get hired again (games testers and q&a quality controllers are on flexi contracts here). I compared it to those old battery powered toys you could get where the penguins climb the stairs and slide down the slide only to end up at the bottom of the stairs.

Well, you had to be there. Come to think of it only my manager laughed. I suppose thats key eh?

Went to Thumb Acres this evening, a weekly doo set up in the top room of an expensive pub where people can bring their consoles / games and play on a projector screen while drinking copious amounts of beer! Apparently this night is usually quite boring, numbering in about 4 or 5 attendees every time. However this evening was different! At one point there were twenty people in the room, all playing bishi bashi or some xbox game involving ducking and jumping, very hard and way too many pros in the room. We had full size dance mats to play dance dance revolution, however we played a few driving games like this too! like playing twister and driving a car at the same time, but left foot red makes you crash into a bus…

bit of shit in the sea

Published 3rd of Feb, 2003. Stored under diary

watched brighton pier burn

Leo Sayer

Published 30th of Jan, 2003. Stored under diary

everyone in babel got paid except for me as I missed the monthly cut off for wages, which was the sunday before I started.
Went to the pub with the babel staff, got drunk with tom and went to some shitty night club and spent far too much money… walking down the street and saw Leo Sayer!
Ended up very drunk running down the road calling some random guy a toffee nosed twat as he tried to start a fight with me on exit of nightclub.