Sun! Sun! It merits a blog post almost all to itself, but I think Sherlock might take umbridge with that, especially as he pointed out to me last weekend that my blogs read more like weather reports then biographical accounts of what his fishyness has been up to this week.
(For a fish who is disinterested in blogging, he is one of my most avid readers, and should there be any spelling mistakes or inaccuracies he is the first to point them out!)
You’ve spelt it wrong Whiting….
Anyway, yes, the week started with a short excerpt of sun, and with the sun, also arrived Sherlock’s holiday snaps from his time in London with Stuart and Paul. (given that one of them was always holding the camera they rarely got in the frame together, which is a pity.)
Stuart is the one looking nervously out of the window on the left and Paul is the one on the right.
More disturbing still, was the fact that Sherlock also managed to attract the odd tourist himself looking for a photo opportunity. And not being at all vain, or interested in fame whatsoever, he of course refused… not.
Goodness knows who this girl is, but if anyone knows her do let me know and I’ll get Sherlock to send her a postcard.
It’s just like being in a moving Goldfish bowl, you’ll like it Stuart, honestly, nothing to be scared of… we’re only… 135 metres up…
I wonder what they do if they have a power cut… best not mention it to Stuart…
See Stuart, it isn’t that bad when you’re on it…
They’ve turned it into a tourist attraction Whiting, can you believe it?
They weren’t real witches of course Whiting.
Hmmm.. nice brickwork…
Anyway, that was London, but what has Sherlock been up to THIS week?
Firstly he got to me the very talented Tracey Edges on Wednesday at BNI. She has a new exhibition of her work titled “Ec/Lec/Tic” at the Discovery Centre in Cleethorpes for the next month – well worth popping along to if you’re in the area. She’s also a good friend on twitter and Sherlock and she regularly converse so it was nice to finally meet each other and shake fins.
Friday it was off to see Geoff Christie, the firm’s solicitor, to look into some legal matters. Sherlock was quite insulted to be called “intellectual property”. (He didn’t object to the “intellectual bit” obviously – but as a self-possessed-fish he definitely isn’t anyone’s “property”.)
As a result the girls took him out for lunch at the Hainton by way of apology.
But truth be told we’ve all been so excited about being invited to a burlesque performance that we’ve spent much of the week preparing for that while the boss has been busy attending to more pressing matters (work).
The theme of the Cat’s Pyjamas burlesque night was “80 dames around the world” – which meant that we really needed to find some appropriate attire. The boss came up trumps with a French outfit for Sherlock – who became “le Poisson Rouge” for the evening, and I ended up returning to my Scottish Heritage and donning a kilt and a Tam’o shanter. Sherlock said I could pass as the Lock Ness Monster, especially as most say it’s a sturgeon, but I rather thought calling myself McWhiting for the evening was enough.
We make the boss look good, Whiting, it’s the only reason she’s taking us…
We were of course, heading off to support Eliza Beau (aka Fiona, one of the staff at Red Herring Games) in her dancing debut, and had received a special invitation from Snappy O’Shea organiser of the Cat’s Pyjamas to join the girls on stage that evening – What thrills! – And the photos are already on Facebook!