Okay, okay, I admit it. I spent the whole of today in the pub. But it was for work - I promise. All eight of us piled into a spare corner of the Devonshire in Brighton to plan, speculate, brainstorm and generally think about what our company is doing, what it needs to be doing, and all that looking forward stuff.

It’s amazing what weird and innovative ideas you can get when you’ve got a few beers down you. But actually we were quite restrained. Nobody got too sloshed and ended up wrestling with a colleague on the pavement outside. Nobody ended up in a coma underneath the table. And nobody assaulted the publican, made an extremely bad pass at the barmaid and tried to do a Cossack dance on the table in the beer garden.

Ah well, maybe next time.

Today walking along Toorak Road to work I came across a new kind of window display. It was a bridal shop, featuring lots of dummies wearing wedding gowns and so on… all perfectly normal, except one. One of the dummies was wearing the full kit, but didn’t have any arms. Sleeveless dress, and no arms. Perhaps they’re targeting the amputee bride market? Sure, amputees get married too. Must cause problems with the ring though…

Last Saturday night I finally got to see Eraserhead. It was SBS’s cult movie of the week.

Ummm… I get the distinct feeling that I may have wasted ninety minutes of my life watching this movie. At the end when the screen went white and the credits rolled, my mind reviewed the plot, and climactic events leading to the film’s conclusion and I thought… “So?”

So that was the movie from which David Lynch’s career was launched? I really hope it was based on the direction, because in my humble opinion, the story sucked.