It's Children In Need day today. In our office there are balloons, posters, and people wearing yellow items of clothing. Sure, some people have yellow socks, some have yellow shoes; but I have a yellow sweater on. For the people who couldn't muster a yellow garment, they have instead opted for spotted material. It's just nice to be able to dress down a bit on a Friday, and it's for a good cause. It's not like we're all wearing yellow to save the cats and dogs. Oh, cats and dogs are dying, we have to save them. No we don't, they'll be fine, let's worry about the kids.
So I bought this jumper yesterday. Went into Redhill with the express interest of picking up a yellow tie. You see, the office is warm at the moment, mainly because women get cold easier than men. So I thought to myself "No, I won't get a jumper, it'll be too warm". But I couldn't find a yellow tie, so a cardigan had to suffice. It's acrylic, apparently. I don't even know what that means. What do you mean?!
So today I wear it. I have, underneath, a red polo shirt. I've garnished this with blue jeans and a pair of Adidas Sambas in white and red. I do have underwear on, but I'm saving myself for marriage. I don't kiss and tell.
So that's it for the office shenanigans. We played bingo, but I won't go into it. Read about it over at Steven Paul Allen's blog of evil: http://stevenallenstories.blog.co.uk/2008/11/14/need-bingo-5035295. I will leave you with a little story though, enjoy it.
Virtually Reality
When I was fairly young, probably around 8, Virtual Reality was becoming a hot property. I recall going to the Piccadilly Trocadero with my Dad and Brother once and they had some Virtual Reality games available for use. It was extortionate, about £5 for a go. You had to put on this VR helmet that made you look like a ridiculous version of Gordie from Star Trek: The Next Generation. Imagine Gordie if he was a hammerhead shark. It was really quite silly to look at.
So I stepped up, paid my £5, and strapped on my VR helmet. Because each helmet cost about £1million, you had to have a guy standing next to you, making sure you used it properly and didn't break anything. Once the helmet was secured, the guy handed me a controller stick; it resembled a flight controller, and was apparently motion sensitive. Years ahead of it's time, and the Wii has only just caught up. The game was something to do with this guy getting harangued by a pterodactyl, and the floor looked like a chessboard or kitchen floor. It was strange. Within 10 seconds I was dactyl food. After respawning, I spent another 5 seconds rooted to the spot before the flying bastard swooped down and made brunch out of me.
The guy standing beside me sensed that I was struggling to fathom the controls, so he said "Hold down the button on top, then move the stick forward, then your character will move". Immediately I held down the button and thrust the stick forward through the air. The character on the screen moved slightly, but it felt like something had stopped my controller from moving, so I pulled it back in and barrelled it forwards again...
Once again, the stick had hit something, so I lifted up my helmet to see what was going on. The bloke was standing there rubbing his forehead and looking really pissed off. I had hit him smack bang in the middle of his forehead. Not once, but twice. I wasn't allowed back on the game after that.
