We’re going skiing tomorrow, so Ed and I thought we’d get our affairs in order.  Dishes were thrown and insults were hurled, but after explaining to our girlfriends exactly why we’d been late home from work these last few weeks, we managed to find time to pack for our holiday.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yep, we spent the whole day looking for socks, passports, and health insurance. Not a big day for us really, but it was a massive day for my cat:

 

 

It was our first advertiser from the USA – big up !  They were full of ideas to boldly venture where no face ad had ever been before… somewhere pretty swanky!  The plan was to polish our shoes, dust down the top-hats, put on our monocles, and remove our rosewood canes from their humidity controlled cabinets – we were off to see a ballet at the Royal Opera House.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Revolver Studios had kindly reserved us the finest tickets available, which included dinner in the Amphitheatre Restaurant beforehand, and champagne in the interlude.  Our painted faces went down a treat with our fellow ballet-goers, and the ladies were all over us!  After leaving our numbers on some embroidered handkerchiefs, we headed back home feeling pretty chuffed.  Not only are we still a hit with the babes, but we also had some great photos for a USA press release that may come out soon with Revolver Studios.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We’re going to have a documentary made about BuyMyFace.com! This morning was spent talking to the guy who’s going to film it for us and storyboarding – the humble beginnings of two adolescents growing up on ‘the street’ (of Cambridge), the discovery of their face-painting talent that they hide from disparaging friends, the rise to riches and fame as they leave their old life behind, and the sex scandal that bankrupts them.

 

With our morning’s work done, we had to shift up a gear for go-karting in the afternoon. In the last month, we’ve been professional skydivers, theatre critiques, and cocktail connoisseurs, but it was time to become race drivers for team AppZapp. We accelerated, slip-streamed, span and crashed into 8th and 9th place out of 15 (in our defence, most of the people who beat us had twin-engine karts). As fun as it was, I think we’ll need a bit more experience before bringing out the AppZapp F1 team!

 

Vroom! Screech! Vroom! Screech! That was the sound of our oh-so-skillful driving as we navigated the traffic lights of Norwich today.  We stole ourselves away from the electric atmosphere of the Buy My Face head office to film a promotional video for US2U Consulting in what they described as, “our characteristic quirky style”.

 

Having begun the day in Cambridge, our video-shooting escapades took us into the depths of Norwich city where we were forced to eat chips, drink beer, and stage a Christmas photo for the US2U consulting Christmas card. Luckily, we managed to escape with our lives and are now back in good old, safe, predictable London… [BANG]… what was that?

 

 

 

 

Today over breakfast, Ed asked the question, “are we celebrities yet?” Well this got me thinking… what boxes do you need to tick before you count as a celebrity?

 

Have you been in the news? Yes

Have you been on TV? Yes

If a girl, are you fit? If a boy, are you devilishly good looking? Yes

 

After some thought, we decided that celebrity status isn’t absolute, but rather, graded – there are varying degrees of celebrityness.  So the next question was, “how can we measure it?”  That’s when we came up with the new Harper-Moyse unit of measurement, the Celebriton (Clbt).  Measured on a scale relative to Charlie Sheen (because no one is more famous), we can now use Celebritons to pinpoint exactly how much of a celebrity BuyMyFace.com has made us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Louise (my girlfriend) has just finished her Christmas shopping, and this got me and Ross thinking – with skiing taking up early December, and preparation for our Christmas day charity auction eating up mid December, we really don’t have long to buy presents.  Disappointing our own family is a crime we take very seriously… especially since graduation, when our parents found out we were going to sell our faces instead of getting a job!  We can’t break the hearts of our loved ones this Christmas, so team Buy My Face moseyed on down to Bluewater shopping centre to pick up some first class gifts.  Unfortunately we can’t reveal these gifts on our blog until Christmas, because our families will no doubt be reading this (seriously – receives a lot of emails from our parents – they never miss a gremmatical error!)

Stardate 9521.6, Supreme Chancellor’s log.

 

This morning I awoke to a very excited Ed – “hey buddy”, he said, “fancy jumping out of a plane today?”  The answer of course, was yes!  We arrived at the Netheravon Parachute Centre, sporting our painted faces, and a hard look that showed we meant business.  “Do you remember your drills?” our Jump Master asked.  “Ha!” we said, and with military precision we shouted, “MALFUNCTION! LOOK! LOCATE! CUT! AWAY! RESERVE! ARCH!”

 

Needless to say, the Jump Master was impressed.  “You’re ready” she said with a proud look in her eyes, and with that we got into our flight suits, turned on our radios, and put on our helmets.  This would have been the perfect time to board the plane and meet our destiny, but unfortunately, parachuting isn’t as simple as that, and instead we ended up spending the whole day waiting for the weather to clear up.

 

It was just as we were starting to lose hope that the call came through on the tannoy, “Syndicate A. Kit up. It’s time to kiss the sky”.  We boarded the plane in slow motion, and took off. Higher and higher we climbed, the air grew thin, and ice began to form on our thick stubble, but we did not waver.  After filming a quick video, I shuffled into the open door of the plane, looked out… and jumped.

 

Now this is the part of the story where I’m going to break character, because what happened next was pretty frightening.  After about four seconds (the standard time it takes for a parachute to open) I looked up and saw, not a nice big rectangle suspending me in the air, but a bunch of twisted ropes… holy crap!  Well, this was the moment we’d been training for all yesterday afternoon – I started scissor kicking wildly until my parachute untangled itself.

 

At the end of it all both Ed and I landed safe and sound to tell the amazing story of altitude solutions and their web designing talents.  All in all, a great day, and now we have two feet firmly on the ground; we’re looking forward to many more like it.