Back in the centre of Bristol - or Bris'l, as it seems to get call - and setting up boxes for the majority of the day. It isn't exactly hard work, but it can't half work up a sweaty funk, whilst assembling a flat-pack cardboard box, bending to pick up wads of files, putting them in box, and moving the now heavy box. Repeat ad nauseam in an already warm office. I also managed to repeatedly smack myself in the face with cardboard flaps.

I felt a little bad that my part in the great record storage adventure in Bedminster was not really mentioned whilst the kudos were being handed out to others, but then I am the sort of person who doesn't think he's 'done good' unless it's pointed out, and even then I just pass it off as 'my job'. Still, I know that we did a damn good job, and that I played a decent role by going up there, so I should be happy with myself.

They were filming an episode of Casualty over the street to the office, one of those 'plot' parts where someone does something stupid and injures themselves to set up the episode. They decked the place out to look like a bar or a club, we believe, and had guys dressed like bouncers outside. We saw some girls enter, and some rather clean scaffolding poles. Through deductive reasoning, a couple of the guys in the office worked out the setting must be a lap-/pole-dancing club. However they couldn't work out the 'stupid injury', but I worked out the story to be:

It's set in a lap-dancing club, wherein stripper girl trips at her pole, falls on to the customer whose head hits the floor giving him concussion, while she dislocates a hip. Concussed guy has spilt his fruity cocktail, on which a bartender or punter slips, falls backwards and gets his ass impaled with a miniature cocktail umbrella. All three require a trip to Casualty

I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to that episode, Mike suggested I run downstairs and suggest it as a script re-write. We were talking about getting recruited as extras, such as Man in background wearing "Hello Mum" t-shirt and waving at the camera, Man being dragged off set Number 2, Pervert Number 2 and a major cameo extra Bob, the lecherous pervert - you can tell it's special, he gets a name.

I found out buying cheapness on eBay has one flaw, in getting he item to friggin' work. I purchased myself a connection cable for my mobile, to get the recent images off and on to my PC for uploading to Flickr. The problem was, the PC recognises the USB end and the mobile says that it is plugged in, but it never actually meets in the middle to establish connection. Granted, when you pay £5 for something that's usually £40 you should expect somedifficulties. The sellers caught me as interesting though, as their procedure for a refund on faulty equipment says that I "include the item and all accessories in the original (unused) condition, in which the item was received", so by knowing it's faulty without testing it, but I'd still be entitled to replacements - except they don't refund my return postage(s).

As an aftermath, I found out that I can email Multimedia Messages to email at the supposedly the same price as a standard MMS, so can send direct to Flickr. Something I'll have to try when I add credit to my phone, I've got down to 17p, which is great seeing as how three weeks ago I had £1.50.