Since I got up this morning it has been pretty full on. I've hardly budged from in front of the WDM due to the waves of work that seem to be washing over me. Not only am I contending with client work, I'm also organising meetings, and most complicated of them all, switching servers.

This is going to be a phased thing. At the moments I'm moving all clients, but at some point I will be moving the blog and my folio over. This maybe a bit of a shake up - I'm very much considering moving my blog to a separate website, but have yet to decide on a name. It's going to get a bit of a makeover too.

In other news I don't know whether to be pleased or appalled. While flicking through the channels a few nights ago, The Father said,

"Hang on, Pimp My Ride, that's really quite good."

Recovering from the shock, I quickly had to establish whether he was referring to the far superior version hosted by American rapstar Xibit, or the UK one with the ever-obnoxious Tim Westwood. I was ultimately disappointed.

I suppose on the other hand, this is a dabbling in youth culture so some credit must be given, although The Father appears to have fallen on the wrong side of the tracks with some weedy looking British bloke putting an anglepoise in a Fiesta and saying 'That's real-bling baby, drop tha' bomb [sounds of foghorns and explosions]'.

I have yet to establish whether my iTrip is broken, my phone will ever sell on eBay, or find a pen under all the stuff on my desk.