Satan's Wind

You know those internal envelopes that you get in offices for sending bits of paper to people in other departments when you don't know what they look like and don't want to wander around the building looking lost, or they're too many floors away and you can't be bothered to take it to them, or the building they work in is 50 miles down the road, where you have lots of boxes and you write in their name and when they receive it they cross their name out and then when they need to send a bit of paper to someone in another department but etc etc they write the name of the person they're sending in the next box down and so on? Like these ones?

I received one today that had one side full of crossed-out names, and had around nine boxes left to fill in on the other, and it occurred to me that I don't think I've ever seen one of those envelopes so close to completion. Usually by the time half of the boxes on one side have been filled in the envelope is close to falling apart, so for it to make this far seems quite remarkable. It wasn't in that bad a condition either, so it may be the first ever internal envelope to be completely used up.

This seemed so interesting when I thought of it at the time. Oh well.

I shall not reveal the name of the TV celebrity that I think I saw walking down Great Portland Street tonight, as I'm not absolutely certain that it was her - she didn't look quite pregnant enough, but then most of the pregnant women I've been around lately have been extremely pregnant and so I probably have some odd ideas about that - and so to report it would be mere speculation, something that all those involved in BBC Breakfast News' coverage of this morning's Bombdog Chaos (I think) ought to learn from.