As we approach the season of goodwill, it’s utter chaos here at creativesuit with the development team all working overtime fixing e-commerce websites to make them comply with the new 15% VAT that landed here this week. Luckily most of our sites are coded using the fantastic open source software Magento, but some of the earlier ones are having to be hacked away at, as no-one ever thought this would ever happen. And VAT has been set at 17.5% since the internet was invented.

In other news we have taken on more clients to our managed service, and the marketing team are already had at work giving them a boost in the rankings and examining their competition. We also added a load of new sites to our web design portfolio.

Christmas fever is not far away, with the MD announcing he is taking us all to see the Stereophonics at the MEN arena, and then out for a meal, and then drinking. That might be in the wrong order, I will have to check when he comes in.  Doesn’t matter that no-one actually likes more than one song that the Sterophonics have released, but Charlie seems to like them, and he’s paying. So we can’t complain. Its certainly better than most peoples Christmas Parties. From next week the only thing rotating on the office jukebox will be “Now that’s what I call Christmas”.

in other news, Matt (me) was burgled, had his car stolen, had a fence built, had security lights and CCTV installed and found the following things on his travels on the internet. And decided to give some link love out to them.

Google announced Search Wiki, which is a right pain in the arse for all SEO’s worldwide. The Search engine industry errupted in protest.

Apple released an update for my iphone which stopped Safari crashing 5697493 times a day. It also brought about something called Streetview. Which doesn’t exist in the UK yet.

There was a poster for Lost released on the interwebs.

Mashable, an American social news site. Released a handy list to help you quit smoking. Will have to try this in the new year.

Some American bloke did an excellent tutorial on the masses of new things you can do with Google Analytics. A lot of time this week in the marketing department was spent getting our heads around these new advanced features.

Speaking of Americans, half the internet was clogged up on Thursday with some nonsense about Thanksgiving. And I predict the other half will be clogged up with adverts about “Black Friday” today. Because you know, the internet only seems to exist in America. Doesn’t it?

Until next Friday…

A’s for Amnesia, because, with regret,
I forgot what I drank when I drank to forget.

B is for Beer, whose sweet comfort I sought;
It’s uncomfortable knowing how many I bought.

C is for Cocktail, and, like how they’re made,
I’m muddled, and shaken, and not natural shades.

D is for Drinking, my primary vice
Now my bloodstream is ten percent Cointreau on ice

E’s for Electrolytes, causing the fog
That can only be cleared by a Hair of the Dog.

F is for Finding Myself Tucked In Bed,
With the cab ride a memory gone from my head.

G is for Gin, and I had mine with tonic,
Now my snoring and belching are quite inharmonic.

H is for Headache, and How Did I Get
A tattoo on my arse and a sheep for a pet?

I is for Ice, which, as well as some chips,
Are the only near-solids that passed through my lips

J is for Just When I’m On My Way Out,
A friend with a credit card yells “It’s my shout!”

K’s Karaoke, and I thought I’d try it
From “Khe Sanh” to Kylie, I should’ve been quiet.

L is for Lager, and also for Lout,
Said together, descriptive of me when I’m out.

M’s for Mojito, Martini, and more:
Margarita, Manhattan, and Me On The Floor.

N is for Nausea, and I’ve little doubt
That my insides are liquid, and want to come out.

O is for Oh Dear, I Think I Recall
That I danced on the bar with no clothes on at all.

P is for Pissed, and for Pickled, and Pray
Pass the Panadol, Please make the Pain go away.

Q is for Quiet! Don’t make such a din,
‘Cause my head feels like something a Rottweiler’s in.

R is for Retching, quite good for the soul;
I can work on my abs whilst I’m hugging the bowl.

S is for Sangria, guzzled in Spain,
And in quantities injurious to my brain.

T is for Toilet, cool solid and white;
The friend I embrace at the end of the night.

U is for Under the Table, and so
Now I’m Under the Weather, and moving quite slow.

V is Vodka – they say it doesn’t smell
Yet they’ve not whiffed my breath, from the armpit of Hell.

W’s Water, on which I depend,
‘Cause my mouth is as dry as a camel’s rear end.

X marks the spot, they say, where treasure lies,
But it marks not these spots here in front of my eyes.

Y’s yesterday, and the words I said then,
Which were something like “I’m never drinking again.”

Z is for… for…
Oh look, bugger it. Scotch, please.