Work without the bosses (in fact, without most of the office) has been very cool so far. There's just me, the receptionist and one guy here. We've got the radio tuned to Xfm and turned up loud (the boss usually has it on Magic *spit* because he can't stand rap and/or "that grungey shit"). So far today, in between doing some work, I've spent a fair amount of time hanging out around the front desk and rifling through the costume cupboards (there are literally hundreds of pairs of shoes here - fantastic!).

The boss and his wife parked their cars inside the studio before they left. so most of the downstairs office is taken up by his big, white, Mercedes 4x4 PornoMobile (complete with tinted windows); and her little yellow sporty number. If only they'd left the keys as well ;-)

Since it's general knowledge that most people have gone on the staff holiday, there phones are hardly ringing, except for one nutty Indian-sounding guy who phones up every now and again to tell the receptionist that he loves her, and to ask when she's coming over to have sex with him.

Ah, you see? The glamorous world of porn!! ;-)