I was so engrossed in the US housing market that I got my mathematics completely mixed up in Brussels airport. I was under the impression that a euro is approximately equal to a US dollar.

Actually it is equal to a pound!

WHAT THE FUCK! AND THAT TOO AFTER SPENDING AN ENTIRE DAY IN FRONT OF A BLOODY BLOOMBERG TERMINAL WHERE THE EXCHANGE RATES FLASH ALL THE BLOODY TIME!!!

So this means I am replacing the apartment’s hairdryer with a new one that is probably more expensive than all the other furniture here.

Damn damn damn pissed off.

And on top of all that Gouri is acting up as well. As usual she has managed to destroy my peace of my mind with a single SMS message:

‘Robby, I would like an Apple laptop. Love, G.’

Because, you know, my grandfather is the owner of Apple company.

So I sent her this message back:

‘G, that is an excellent idea. Go ahead, Einsty.’

I am not an ATM. The woman needs to understand that.

No reply so far. Hopefully things will stay like that.

Good night. A mixed day overall in the light of this exchange rate fluctuation.

Packing chocolates for office now.

12.12 a.m.

Not packing chocolates for office. I am not spending an average of 7 euros per head on a bunch of robots and arrogant bastards. They can buy their own chocolates.

25 May 2007

5.23 p.m.

Went to LLTLF show … Organizers have to make short speeches between acts … Jenny’s idea … team motivation … bitch.

Have to change into suit … later. Bye.

11.00 p.m.

Fantastic night for stand-up comedy and for underprivileged children everywhere. (Which I am happy about. This will hopefully give them some privileges.)

But a night of considerable misery for Einstein. (But I have been so pissed off lately, that I don’t have any pissing off left.)

I changed into a suit and reached just in time for the opening cocktails and the opening act by a guy called Hugh Dennis. Very good. Personally I didn’t think his timing was perfect. (I’ve made a mental note to send feedback on each of the acts to the Group A guys.)

My brief address was to happen between the 7th and 8th acts. Jenny came and gave me my speech template to read out. Nothing much. I was supposed to say who I was. Then thank the 7th act. Say something important about the children. Then introduce the 8th act. And then leave. Fair enough.

Jenny looked quite spectacular in a black evening gown with sequins. It was spectacularly tight. I don’t see how she can get out of it except by ripping it off with scissors.

(Give me two minutes.)