Who's that fat bastard?

I got the shock of my life yesterday morning. I'd been to Liverpool on Saturday and by the time I got home my bro had gone out for the evening so the first time I saw him was when he knocked on my bedroom door yesterday morning. He'd had his head shaved. Completely. Now, he's had long hair for years, years I tell you. Typical rocker. But on Saturday afternoon, out of the blue, he had it all taken off. He looks like Alexei Sayle. All he needs is an ill fitting suit and the transformation will be complete. Ye gods.

Work is shite. No change there then. Today was the first day in our new offices in Chorley. Travelling there was fine but when I got there our main database's server had gone tits up. Oh joy. Its a long story but basically it meant that this evening, myself & Tracy (one of the boss type people) spent an hour and a half faxing the lads work to them. Usually it can be done in about 40 mins. And that's on my own. I finally got home at 7.20pm. Arse!

Who's idea was this work thing anyway?