Dreams

I spent the day in London yesterday with a meeting at lunchtime and an early finish. I even managed to plan a whole training day over a latte in a coffee bar after my meeting. The West End seemed to be packed with people (especially the Apple store on Regent Street) - it's strange how you can forget how busy the city can be. I met Pete and we went for a couple of drinks and then a bento box at a Japanese restaurant. We walked along Old Compton Street, i.e. the gay part of Soho - but I am not a fan of most of the bars, so it was an All Bar One pint as they have a wide choice of beers. I don't do "the scene" very often - I don't have any need to be with "my kind".

I tried the new pedestrian crossing at Oxford Circus - how very exciting!.. yep, I need to get out more.

I had a dream the other night and it only came back to me yesterday when Pete and I went into The Vintage Magazine Shop in Brewer Street which sells old magazines (obviously!) and movie memorabilia. Some back story first... my first job (when I was 18) was at a Cable TV company based in Sittingbourne in Kent which managed 4 Cable TV networks across the north of the county. We had a small shop on the premises and it was my idea to fill one wall with images from the movies and I bought 8"x10" black and white photographs from this very shop in the early 1990's!

Back to my dream - in which I am employed once again at the Cable TV office with the same colleagues and it's highly stressful and very unpleasant - as it was all those years ago. I have the same desk, same huge computer and same posters around the walls of the TV channels on offer.

So I looked online this morning and very little is mentioned about the business I worked at - it's been replaced by a bigger and better Cable TV network and Sky satellite dishes everywhere. But I did find this image of my old office (I don't quite understand why someone would take such a photograph) and it really depresses me. The run down building and faded signs are so unlike the busy office and workshop downstairs that I remember.

I have dreamed about this a couple of times and each time I remember my bullying boss and the smoke filled office. It was a truly crap job and I stayed there at least 3 years too long before going back to college and then into financial services.

Dreams are strange things.

This morning, the nice Amazon delivery man has brought us the 2010 Stade Francais calendar. What a rather sexy start to a dull Thursday! A full review will follow in due course.