10 July 2006
As we were leaving on Friday I casually asked Chris what he was up to over the weekend. He mentioned a couple of fairly ordinary things and then volunteered the following."My mate won tickets to to the World Cup Final."
Mike and I expressed the usual emotions, surprise, envy, homicidal jealousy... and then suggested he should stow away to see the match.
"Yeah well, he asked me actually, but I said no."
Silence, broken only by the sound of our jaws hitting the ground.
"He asked you if you wanted to see the World Cup Final, and you said 'no'."
"Yeah, well... it's staying in a five star hotel on Sunday night, so I wouldn't be back in for work on Monday."
I think you can see the valuable work we are doing keeping Chris out of the general community. I offered to hold him so that Mike could hit him, but in the end we settled for questioning his sanity... and asking why (in the name of all that was holy) he hadn't brought it up before.
We parted with Chris promising to find out whether the offer was still open (surely it wasn't) and Mike and I rolling our eyes and flapping our arms a lot.
So where the hell is Chris? He's either on his way to the Semantic bunker or in a five star hotel having a five star breakfast.
I know Semantic is a pretty decent place to work, but get a grip.
UPDATE: Sadly Chris has made it into the office :-(
(Title inspired by www.wherethehellismatt.com. Visit the site and click on the video in the homepage.)
Posted by Nick Warren at 7:30 AM
