*Still like a week behind, maybe two. The end of this week is #10. No photo on this one because on the Facebook page I did this ramble with the video of the magazine, its a few posts back. Anyway heres week number 8.

That magazine that I was in came out this week, I found some copies in Asda. I took what was there and when we were going through the checkout I said to the girl beeping them through "You want to see something cool?" Then I found the page and showed her, she said "That's really cool" Gemma was there too so I think that was the reason she didn't take her clothes off and ask me for a selfie. Anyway thats like 2 days its been out and Hollywood still hasn't called to ask if I wanted to be in the next action blockbuster. They must be working out a deal for me though, I'm really busy so I can wait for now.

We dropped off and fitted the tables at AdLib in the Merchant City. An 1800mm diameter table doesn't fit into the back of a Vauxhall Vivaro. It squeezes through the doors but the wheel arch blocks it, Andy the van man got a bigger van though and saved the day. He did two trips back and forward from Lochgoilhead to Glasgow. We got them in and I think they look good, hopefully the people of authority think they're good too.

Because of the most recent tidal wave of work thats came in I've been working late, it might not be late for some people but its late for me. Been going to like 10 then trying to start earlier and earlier. It could wear you out I think. I found out that having a mars bar for breakfast isn't the way to do it. The way to set yourself up for long hours of manual labour is to keep hydrated. Drink loads of water, have a good breakfast then lunch and dinner. You need to make sure you take the breaks because if you don't you end up trying to do more and you get less done. Take your breaks. Gemma cakes can keep you going too, the other day she made these snowball ones, you know coconut with jam in the middle but its a cupcake. I ate about 5 in the day and one of the other ones with the pink frosting. I get into the mindset of "I'm going to work on, I'll go to Rods and get orange lucozade, a twix, 2 twirls, a packet of minstrels, they haribo marsh mallows and some midget gems, I better get a fudge for the walk back to the house" ITS NOT THE WAY. Stay hydrated and stop for your breaks, eggs for breakfast, just boiled with no toast. Soup at lunch and something nice that Gemma makes for dinner. Stay hydrated.

In the magazine that they done the piece for it had a picture of my bisley filing cabinets with the stickers above. Whoever wrote it put a description like "The words trust your instincts are written on the door" or something like that. She obviously isn't a reader of Timothy Leary or she'd have known the quote that the 'trust your instincts' comes from. Timothy Leary was an American physiologist who used a lot of LSD and experimented with patients and LSD, he got good results with depression and alcohol abuse and on and on. His books are great. You should read about him. 

The actual quote on the door is "Trust your instincts, do the unexpected, find the others" That comes from a short piece he wrote. It's probably my favourite whatever you want to call it. Heres the full thing below, if you don't get it then fair enough, the Kardashians are on at some point today, fill your boots :)

“Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…”

― Timothy Leary