Right, as I have had to deal with a number of "Have you died?" emails recently, I thought I would come back and clarify that I am indeed, not dead. It's strange because if I was really dead (and it is nice for people to be concerned) then in theory this would just go on and nobody would actually know. It's not like my next of Kin would tell Blogger "By the way, he died, could you disable the account, it was his last dying wish". In fact, if I was dying, I would probably ask someone to post a last entry for me anyway, hopefully it would beat my 22 comments record out of sympathy and I would be up there with a smile on my face.
Anyway, I digress. So, I'm not dead. I'm not in Australia any more either. It was far too strange being on the beach at Chritmas so I decided to come back to the dark and rainy streets that are England.
So, as I can't laugh at people travelling, I guess I'm going to have to laugh at people in the office. So, first up. To make an impression in your new job, sign any leaving or birthday card "With love from Trevor, will have to buy you a drink sometime". Now, people seem to be so guliable that they actually "I did'nt know trevor works here, who is trevor?".
Anyway, after signing a number of different cards over time with Trevor (in my case 3 in 5 weeks) you will begin to build up this character that people think exist but nobody has ever seen. My Trevor project is going well at the momnent, nobody suspects it's me (I even managed to find my own secret birthday card and sign it from Trevor before they gave it to me) and now Trevor is the talk of the department.
As you can see, when I'm not travelling, I am making things up to amuse me instead on a daily basis.