Second Shot

Strawberries and cream in South London. A glorious day had at the Wimbledon Championships’ Centre Court.

Michael ‘where’s my real face gone?’ Jackson has been pronounced dead (by the LA Times) after a cardiac arrest. How true this is has yet to be substantiated by the doctors’ announcement, but either he’s got a double (which I’m sure he probably has) or he really is dead.

He is, indeed, HIStory.

Guffaw, guffaw!! How do I think of these amazing one-liners?!

Edit:
Yep, he’s dead now.
For shame…

Well, the LMO exemption application went in on the 4th June and on the 12th we heard back from the Canadian immigration office. Except, the response wasn’t what we were quite expecting.

Turns out that the CIC wand further information, requesting:

“…a letter from [company name], explaining how [my] specialised knowledge is at an advanced level in the company, and is his knowledge unusual, different or uncommon in the industry.”

It looks like they’re asking for a more detailed explanation. Whilst the original application was quite comprehensive in its appraisal of me, we reckon it’s the CIC being more vigilant on such matters, especially seeing as Canada are feeling the effects of the economic down-turn as much as anyone else (apparently).

Need to get something for the guys over in Toronto, sharpish; we’ve only 30-days to respond, otherwise the CIC will close the file. Still, at least they’ve actually look at it.

In shops now: The Officil Obama Bag. No, seriously.

Just stop with all the pep talk, people. It’s not worth it and we can see straight through it, especially when it looks and sounds like there’s no commitment to the words when they’re coming out of your mouth.

Although, I don’t know why I care, I’m (potentially) going to Toronto (Toronto!). Maybe.

Vote, God Damn It!

Apparently, I’ve just been added as one of Gemma’s favourites on My Single Friend. And she doesn’t even know what I look like (although I have a sneaking suspicion I know who she is).

And it’s all very nice, being selected as one of a billion other favourites. Kind of gives you that slight boast in confidence.

Except I’m not single anymore. Well, that’s so long as Ting will have me.

Sorry.

(And no, I won’t take down my profile. Blaire took time and effort during work hours to sort this out for me.)