So some of you know and some of you don't. Last weekend the boiler in our office building decided to explode, flooding all the offices below it, including us,
Greenlight and lava-lamp luvvies
Mathmos.
The carpet is wet and stinky, the PC's miraculously survived (my laptop was sodden but still functions) and at the moment we're in our second lot of temporary offices next to Barbican tube.
We like it here because they have plasma TV, free coffee, big fat sofas, Molton Brown soap in the loo and air conditioning. I highly recommend coming for a meeting now because we're here until next week and we have security passes and everything. Swish.
So as promised here's some pictorial evidence of the boiler-centric cyclone that swept away our Old Street palace.
Plastic bags are in this season
That's Molly's bottom half. When she sat here it was normally this wet because she chucked a glass of water on the floor at least 3 times a week.
My business cards had been dripped on for two days. They now have a certain bendy quality to them as you can see.
Yes, that's the colour of the water coming through the ceiling, and no it's not what it looks like. (I mean wee btw.)
A drippy ceiling!
More drips!
Yuck!
So there we have it. Sorry if you haven't got through to us on the phone. The 0845 number on the site works and we're all online.
Part two of the saga to come...