Transported
February 26th, 2008
Ok, I overslept. I then had to make a mad dash in the middle of the night to get to Heathrow. I was running to the gate and was the last person on my flight. Then the plane sat on the Tarmac for 40 minutes due to some thing happening in Frankfurt. When I got to Germany, there were people from the airline waiting for me to take me across the airport to get to my next flight. Again the last one on that flight. 11 hours or more later I am arrived in Portland. I have no idea which way is up at the moment. I was wide awake so I thought I would swing by my desk to see who was around.
This is for the folks on the other side of the world who asked questions about what WK Portland was like. Wieden’s Portland owns the whole building. Maybe tomorrow when my body and mind are in the same time zone I will go through and show you the whole building. It’s pretty incredible inside.
After a few hand shakes and hugs it was time to grab the fellas and go get a proper pint of piss.
Doesn’t matter where you are in the world, some things are just universal. Like having a piss, drinking the piss or taking the piss out of someone.
This Mission is now complete.
February 27th, 2008 at 6:50 am
A proper pint of piss eh? That looks like some poncy West Coast bar to me you’re drinking in rather than a grotty East End boozer like The Golden Heart. And there was me thinking we had turned you into a half decent alcoholic…