This tickled me at work today, having revealed my face and identity is it a good idea to violate client confidentiality, yer whatever!

O.K. so an unnamed client is using us to get permission from their landlord to construct a new smoking shelter outside one of their properties. (Because of the new no smoking legislation). This is a snapshot from the plans.

It’s behind the bike shed. Come on, a sneaky fag behind the bike shed, you’ve gotta like that.

I also sent this email to myself at work, have I got a P45 wish or what.

I'm typing only bveacuse * * is sat next to me and I need to seem busy, even though it is half five and I should go home. Apparently working just a few minutes past half five is better than turning up half an hour early. He just looked at me pointedly. Score. How very maquveialina of me, now to hit send with a flourish and grab my coat

That is my spelling ability in it’s rawest form. (The funny thing is I didn't even take a coat to work!).

Here is a fwd I got today brilliant:

FWD: The following was written during the war from the British Ambassador to Moscow to Lord Pembroke in 1943. It has only just been released under the Freedom of Information Act. It is without question, excellent.

I concur fully. If you can’t read it, it says.

My Dear Reggie,

In these dark days man tends to look for little rays of light that shine from Heaven. My days are probably darker than yours, and I need. Oh God I do, all the light I can get. But I am a decent fellow and I do not want to be mean and selfish about what little brightness is shed upon me from time to time. So I propose to share with you a tiny flash that has illuminated my sombre life and tell you that God has given me a new Turkish colleague whose card tells me that he is called Mustapha Kunt.

: We all feel like that Reggie, now and then, especially when Spring is upon us, but few of us would care to put it on our cards. It takes a Turk to do that.

Sir Archibald Clark Kerr