Talking Dogs...no messing...

We love Dogs at Negrete. Nothing new in that. Common knowledge. To get you through the day check out some talking Dogs.

Mad.

The first three are great. The last one is both ace, and scary in equal measure. If you heard that noise in a dark room, you'd be unhappy. It's a bit psycho.

A bit wrong.

Check it out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XYSfay-mi8&search=dog%20funny%20bark

Its too hot, stop being so hot...

Look at James. Sweating dirty funk like a massive raw sex robot.

Thats how much we are sweating at the airconless Negrete office. But we aren't sweating un-granulated soul like Browny, we are sweating San Miguel and Ice Creams.

We longed for this weather. We let off aerosols constantly for 24 hours everyday for months. However now its here, we've changed our minds. Its too hot. Its boring. Only London's layer of poisonous smog is stopping us getting skin cancer.

We want the autumn. Or some sort of breeze. Or a holiday.

Yes a holiday. Thats the ticket. Its not right to work in this weather. Put down your tools my brothers and sisters, crack on the junior fishnet speedo's and throw off the shackles of work. Who needs money anyway, when you're eyes are bleeding from the heat.

You know it makes sense. Unlike this blog.

One Love

The Negrete Flames

Wipe away those dirty tears...

So the World Cup is over. It was shit anyway. Everyone was diving. England were cock. Let's forget about all that and get out in the Sun and act like idiots!!!