Art of noise?

Tenuous, to put it mildly:) Just a short note to say that we have some Mike Cairncross pieces in our new Cotton St. studio if anyone wants to have a gander. Mike is the sculptor and artist known for the Leddach Chair, and the steel sharks. (big things:)

another day older....

Sitting here working on a Friday night, I thought to myself.... sad git. Way too much work, not enough time. We've launched 6 websites this month including 3 CMS's and 1 database. Time doesn't stand still etc.

So that's me off to the flicks.... tata!

Well I never ....

So the Fiery thing went well, but we still don't have our big printers down here. The large format ones are still to come in. We were amazed to see the delivery of the new Aficio 4500 machine and finisher though. Ever seen one of those stair crawlers? Quarter of a ton of machine lifted by one man, up a corner set of stairs. Amazing bits of kit!

We're looking at one of the medium level OCE machines to add to our existing digital printers. Might well go for it!

Sarah (ex-accountant) was saying she's bored with the new job. Can we hope she ends up in Aberdeen? Her and Maaj would make a formidable organizational team. Especially when combined with the new work-flow software system that we are having commissioned. Meeting after meeting for the sole pupose of getting down on paper what we want it to do. Ah well..... give it time...

Very Fiery .....

So we finally did it. On top of our set of new G5 servers running Linux (Har de Har), we have also just taken delivery of our brand-new super-duper EFI (Canon) RIP and print server. For such a beast of a thing, it's tiny..... you feel you could put it in a pocket :) Ok, not quite!

It's a bit of a step away from our existing Best RIP technology, even though we recently spent a bomb in upgrading to the very latest version (they're not scared to charge, these big software companies). We thought it was time to go the hardware route as it's more stable and doesn't cost £600 a time when we need a colour profile.

Watch this space for progress reports....

Sea change .....

I was going to be sarky with that title, but changed my mind. We had another staff night out on Saturday, but this time it was to say goodbye to Sarah our accountant. She's off to work with the hush-hush men in gaberdines in the South-East. She's going to be sorely missed around here, both as a colleague, and as a friend. We wish her the absolute best in her new job. (but hope she changes her mind and comes back):)

Starting in Soul for food, we progressed through the city becoming ever more erratic until we were horizontal in The Wild Boar, where we met up with Lauren, who was out celebrating her birthday (forgot to say Happy Birthday, Lauren). Good night out, with photos (hopefully) to follow.

Maaj, our new accountant, starts later this week at our new studios at Cotton Street. Hopefully we won't scare her too much :)

BT or not BT? ...........

Well, I had heard the rumours about how difficult BT are to deal with. ...and yes, it's true. Moving into our new premises has ground to a halt. Having been scheduled for this week, the move has had to be put off till next month, due to BT's inability to take a simple instruction. So for the moment, we have 4 main lines. Interesting huh? Still best to call on the 63 and 64 numbers though, for the next month, especially as half the team are on their hols.

However, on a better note, new director Matt has been down in London and has spotted a possible site for our new office. With an eye for a bargain, he hunted down a 2 story office space in the City, just yards from Liverpool St. Will it be ours? Time will tell.

another night out....

It started innocently enough. A few of us were attending the launch of the Red Bus Art Co., one of our clients, and it was a couple of glasses of champagne....... (that's Karla tucking in to the champagne ... she's always the first to suss out where the booze is). Then we ended up back in the city, and it was all downhill from there....... Here's the image of a couple of drunken reprobates leaning to support each other outside the pub... (one doesn't want to be identified)