Go Wild Cats!
Ed’s face has always been rather kickable, but today was worse than ever! Painted as a football in honour of football-new.com, Ed and his family went to see an ice hockey match. Now as we all know, nothing says ‘family bonding’ like a group of men beating the living tar out of each other. Not wishing to intrude on this beautiful family occasion, I left the Moyse’s to it, and took the opportunity to visit my girlfriend in Yeovil. We decided to stage Christmas one week early, which leaves me nothing else to say but “Merry Christmas!” (I’ll wish you a Happy New Year in a week’s time when we stage that too).
We spent all day travelling in a purple Rubicon van today, taking photos for local newspapers in Dorset. During all the travelling, I thought I’d write a limerick:
There was a small van that was purple,
Not a good start, but throwing caution to the wind, I continued:
There was a small van that was purple,
It was filled to the brim with some squirple,
It crashed in the road,
Squirple overflowed,
Now everyone’s swimming in squirple
Good Morning Vietnam!
Good news – today we had an in-studio interview with BBC Radio Solent.
Bad news – Southampton is pretty far from London… we had to wake up at 3AM.
Well we knew what we had to do. In the early hours of the morning, the Supreme Chancellor and Executive Titan rose from their slumber and, dressed as elves, set off for the sunny city of Southampton. We had a great time on the Julian Clegg Breakfast Show, and afterwards we enjoyed lunch from the M&S ‘Food on the Move’ range – 5p from each purchase goes towards sheltering the homeless this Christmas.
After elfing™ around for a bit longer, we continued traveling south to Ed’s house in Poole. It’s now 6:45PM… I’m going to bed.
It was the 10th birthday of a company called eleven today… and they’ll be on our homepage again next year (as will anyone who buys one of our days) – I’m looking forward to it already. 11th birthday of eleven, year 20…12 still good, but not quite magical, unlike the Hyde Park Winter Wonderland that we visited today. The mulled wine was perfectly mulled, the Bavarian village was oh-so German, and the elven ride attendants looked suitably miserable next to the giant inflatable euphoric Santas. It was like the North Pole itself had crash-landed in the middle of London!
Merry Christmas Anthony
“Dashing through the snow, on a one horse open sleigh, na na na na na, laughing all the way” This is just a snippet from the official BuyMyFace Christmas single – we’re quietly optimistic we’ll get the Christmas number one spot.
Confident in our musical abilities, we took our festive little jingle up into London for one very special Baker & McKenzie partner (you know who you are). Naturally, all Anthony wanted for Christmas was us! Take a look…
Having had Buy My Face dreams™ all last night, I needed a reality check when I woke this morning. Nervously grabbing my paintbrush totem, I gave it a quick spin… and flicked paint everywhere. As I cleaned up the paint and lamented on the possibility that there could be unexpected side effects from painting your face every day, there was a knock at the door. It was Mike – he’s a recent graduate just like us, who’s trying to bust his way into TV documentary production and he was here to film a documentary on BuyMyFace.com. We were asked to treat him as if he were invisible – we should just go about our normal lives. I found Ross in the kitchen wearing nothing but a smoking jacket, and holding a pipe.
Ross: Mike, charmed to meet you. How say we migrate to the dining room so you can film us whilst we paint?
As Ross spluttered after a deep inhalation of what smelled like burning coffee beans, I knew he had the right idea.
Ed: Yes, it’s face painting time Ross, but I will have to do my thousand morning press-ups. It’s just part of my daily routine.
Suddenly we were in the dining room, and I couldn’t for the life of me remember how we got there… then Mike transformed into a velociraptor and bit Ross’ head off. I was next, and as Mike’s razor sharp teeth began pressing on my jugular, I found myself panting heavily in my bed. Cunning – a dream within a dream. The day planned out pretty much as dreamt though, minus the velociraptor and smoking jacket.
Mmmmm Creamy
Supplies are running low. We’ve managed to get this far through our project without needing to spend a fortune on cosmetics, but we’ve learnt a few hard lessons along the way:
1. Finger nails do not give the same results as a sponge.
2. Tree bark is not a natural exfoliant.
3. Face paint will stain your pillow case.
4. Chilli stings when it gets in your eyes.
Ross: Right, that’s it, we need to go and get some supplies from the pharmacy.
Ed: Pharmacy? Is dat one of dose places what sells the stuff dat cleans our faces up?
Ross: Ed! Stop eating the Clearasil. It makes you talk in a strange way.
Ed: Sowwy, Woss. It makesa may face feels all tingly ‘n’ sparkly.
Ross: …I’m driving.
And with that, we went to replenish our stocks, filling our basket with everything and anything that had colourful packaging. We’re now ready to take on another month of advertising. Bring it on world!
hygvfxdfzajdksh *Sorry, Ed just mashed the keyboard*
Whilst we were off skiing, my girlfriend Louise filled the temporary Buy My Face position of Fairy Godmarketer. I’m sure you’re all thinking she did it to ice the cake that is her CV… but whilst this job title glistens in every way, there was a much more important matter at hand. Our Christmas day faces are being auctioned on eBay from 14th December, with all profit going to a charity (short-listed by Ross and me, and voted on by our website visitors). Louise was helping publicise this, and she did a stunning job… but now we’re back, it’s our turn:
OMG GF! WEV GOT A XMAS BID N EVRYFIN! CHARITY!!! TEL YA M8S 2 TEL DER M8S 2 TEL DER M8S!!!!!!
That ought to do it!
Item 2 on the agenda: get Christmas decorations for Laura’s (Ross’ girlfriend) christmas party. Sainsbury’s. Crackers. Done.
Back to Business
I couldn’t help but crack a smug smile when we walked past the busloads of students leaving the Alps on a 20-hour journey home. We, on the other hand, were on our way bowling! The reason for these somewhat polarized traveling plans was that, thanks to Ernst & Young, we were booked on a flight home this morning.
After giving our room an incredibly dramatic farewell (my suggestion to say goodbye was shot down in flames), we left the snowy mountains and headed for nature’s second most beautiful phenomenon, the airport. After approximately 550 miles, we arrived back in London. Happy to be home, we cracked out the laptops and got back to work – time to let the rest of the world know about BuyMyFace.com.
Today was our final day of skiing. During this holiday, Ross had hurt his knee*, Pete had twisted his leg**, and Parin was a mess too*** – that left just me and Sam H-T from our apartment to brave the slopes and attempt the not-yet-completed 360. Half an hour and 310 degrees later, I’d smashed my derriere into a rock, so it was time to go home and form the Ernst & Young bowling team. Score.
*don’t tell his girlfriend
** he was rushed to hospital in a meat wagon
*** had to be carried 2 miles home – we weren’t going to pay 200 Euros for a skidoo!
Go Team!
Today was the Cambridge vs. Oxford blues slalom race. Seeing as Ed and I are both heavily loyal to our team (whatever they’re called), we took a trip down to support Cambridge and of course, hand out some Ernst and Young jellybeans.
After the fun had ended, we decided to take advantage of the sunshine by shooting some videos of us attempting jumps that required far more skill than any of us actually had. We all got pretty hurt and so naturally, we did the sensible thing of coming back to the apartment, having a bath, and generally taking it easy… only joking, we ate a lot of crisps and then went out to the Varsity Final Night Party! Wooh! *cough* Ouch that hurt.