Some pictures from our in-office celebration of Niccolle’s birthday. Also a good opportunity to post some snaps of my unsuspecting colleagues and, unfortunately for everyone, myself.


Edmund - New business development and Italian chef extraordinaire.


Niccolle – Birthday girl and part-time spoon model.


Karen – Traffic controller who looks like she’s trying very hard not to puke… at the sight of me.


Eunice – Circulation (I think) and aspiring “unlikely food combinations” endorser. We thank Edmund for politely averting his eyes.


Me – Unlikely copywriter and chief microwave oven operator. This after Karen, in a stroke of genius, set the timer at 2 seconds leading to, well, nothing.


I have a tendency to be mesmerized by people working hard in front of me.


Milk has the same effect.


Karen venting her anger on an innocent hotdog.


“Mmmmm… Otah….”


Eunice waving the severed end of a banana leaf at me. This probably meant something to our prehistoric ancestors but I haven’t for the life of me figured out what yet.


Contrary to expectations, the dish in the centre wasn’t freshly regurgitated by a marine mammal.


Despite turning twenty-(I’m gonna keep my mouth shut), the happy birthday girl’s got only one candle.

The rest of the pictures are here.