messy

I'm sure there's a saying somewhere about messy desks and messy minds.

Two things I've been forgetting to write: 

1) where's Joe?
2) how bizarre does it feel when you get onto a stopped escalator? Even though you have a good look at it first and you know it's just a funny looking set of stairs it's impossible to walk up (or down) them without it feeling unnatural. 

No cycling, work, roasted badger, work. Music was better today although I'm not too convinced by Neutral Milk Hotel so offset it with some Smiths and some Field Music. I've said it before: what a talented pair.