Mr Blonde comes to Customer Services...
2002-09-02 . 12:22 p.m.

Well then; "It" finally happened. Six months living with Fletch has resulted in me having my hair bleached. Me. Blonde. Will I have more fun? Well we'll have to see...

So far, the people at work have followed this standard pattern -

"Morning, Paul" "Jesus! What have you done to your hair?" "Oooh. It suits you actually..."

So on first reflection it seems to be working. I have the added advantage of being dressed like a Reservoir Dog today (which can only be seen as a good thing IMHO) and it's this that has led me onto my "stupid theory of the day". If I'm dressed like Mr Blonde, and have Blonde hair shall i go the whole hog and act like him? For those of you who haven't seen it the film or don't remember him, Mr Blonde is the psychopath who cuts off the policemans ear. I was just thinking how I could apply his behaviour patterns to my work as an underpaid Customer Services Monkey.

If any of you have any ideas how I can introduce psychotic behaviour into the workplace please leave a message in my guestbook. I will take the best suggestion and give it a try tomorrow.

Oh what has Fletch done...