Wednesday, 6 June 2007

My card

A Flickr set of designer business cards. I know such things only announce you as a total fashion victim arsey ponce who's far too up himself to do my company any good, but you always think you'd be the exception: you'd have the bottom, the charm and the nous to overcome that impression.

In fact, since I rarely see another human being from one year's end to the next (in relation to work) I have less need of business cards than your average serial killer. Maybe I could have words to that effect engraved onto a slice of foccaccia in the shape of dog-tags, with my email and ...