My rehabilitation into working life continues… Some of my work colleagues decided to travel to the beach today and my therapist said it would be good to integrate with any extra curricular activities they poke themselves in.

(Anyway I don’t care what that Dr. Lips says, I need to make amends with our team leader Andy after I took a long lunch of red wine, mushrooms and dub reggae at my desk)

Needless to say I packed my own lunch, these neck-less peons wouldn’t know a good lunch, other than a Tesco sandwich.

So today I went to the beach, I must admit the beach did make me smile, the opportunity for fashion is limitless. Today I sported winkle pickers with genuine 1989 green luminous cotton ankle sweat bands, Australian rules football shorts and a flesh coloured ruff.

Needless to say I was the best dressed there, uber-fashion was a word invented for me. However I was amazed to see that one fine filly had the most amazing pair of sunglasses…. they were the largest, most beautiful….. one lense that covered her whole face…. RETRO-GASM.

I’ll speak to Rupert, he’s got a contact in Hoxton who can build any face furniture….. I must go bigger…