Imagine you won the lottery – what would be the first thing you would do? Buy a new car, house, invest it in a nice RSP.

Booooooooooooring!! How about buying yourself a Caterpillar 350L mass excavator and getting out there to dig yourself some massive holes!

Thankfully you won’t have to win the lottery to ‘live the dream’. Instead head out to Diggerland and dig to your hearts content.

Diggerland is exactly what it sounds like. Associated with the UK’s largest specialist excavator hire company there are four themed parks: one at Strood, Kent, one at Langley Park, Co. Durham, one at Verbeer Manor, Cullompton, Devon and one at Whitwood, near Castleford in West Yorkshire.

At the parks you will have the opportunity to learn about the workings of the machines from fully trained Instructors and actually drive them too.

The parks are run as a pseudo family them park / construction site / corporate bonding parks – so there is definitely something for everyone.

So get out there and start digging!

Peace out
Brydon.

Tired of eating at the same places weekend after weekend? Pizza express just not doing it for you anymore?

How about something with a bit more of a Greek drag queen / wartime speakeasy-esc- atmosphere. Well, I’ve found it!

If your looking for a “very” alternative dinning experience and are up for something a lot different – make sure you check out ‘Behind the Pale Blue Door’ at The Pale Blue Door. [5 Glebe st, E8 4BD].

Essentially, part art installation, restaurant, and performance; Set designer extraordinaire Tony Hornecker (who designed the artwork on Bat for Lashes’ latest album) has opened a pop up restaurant in his eclectic abode to tingle both your taste and eyebuds.

Tony draws on his previous experience as a chef to create a delicious experience involving roast beef and arts to create an evening like none other. Just remember to knock three times and wait till a heavily lacquered hand reaches out to invite you in.

The experience is £30 a head and If you are interested in making it an evening email thepalebluedoor@hotmail.co.uk to make a booking.

Peace Out!

Brydon Gerus

RRRRRRR, can you believe it’s already that time of the year again!

The summer’s only just coming to a close and already every window display in London will be turning over to celebrate this massively commercial and international event ­ talk like a Pirate Day is finally here!

Although we all know the official day is September 19th if you want to don your eye patch and wooden leg early, thankfully tonight’s your only chance.

Wilton’s Music hall is going to be hosting a good old fashioned Pirate band bash complete with pirate-themed musical shenanigans, hot rum and more shiver me timbers then you can shake a sword at.

Bands that will be rocking the boat are The Pyrates, Seas of Mirth and Dead Men’s Tales so it’s bound to be bRRRRRRRRRRiliant.

So if you’re planning on heading down don’t forget to check out the official talk like a pirate page to learn some lingo and get your grog on - go here!

See Myspace here and here!

Peace out!

Brydon.

Back from a little R&R in the last frontier of Alaska I’m all ready to be back in the swing of London life.

The only thing I’m not so excited about is spending countless lunch hours in front of my screen eating a bowl of curly kale while daydreaming about the glory days of kickstand beer bongs in my days at Uni.

Well thank goodness I’ve found something to do at lunch where I can finally re-live those moments of excess!

Minus the drinking, fancy dress and snogging.

UCL’s Lunch hour lectures which, are just around the corner from us, start again on October 13th and run ’till December 10th.

So make sure you put the dates in your calendar and learn about everything from: the power of Lagerlöf to how the recent new offence of possessing extreme pornography has breached the principle of the right to obscene thoughts – totally what I was thinking about!

Admission is free! With the lectures starting at 1:15 - 1:55 at the Darwin Lecture Theatre, UCL, Gower Street, London WC1E 6BT.

If you miss one you really wanted to see and just can’t get out of the office you can always watch it

online from 7 days after the event.

So get out there and expand your mind

Peace Out!

Brydon G.

NABS/LGN | 13.08.09

A date for your diary …  Wax along with sister agencies CMW and TwentySix will be

supporting the NABS/LGN 5k race in Regents Park on Thursday September 10th 2009 at 6pm.

LGN have put together a three point philosophy for running – which may help! The event is set to challenge  the fitness of 800 other like minded advertising and marketing industry runners and will have be individual, team and fancy dress prizes on offer with music, entertainment and a team competition providing a unique wellbeing event in the industry calendar.

DDB UK will be defending champions, with the NABS President, Stephen Woodford at the helm.

It’s summer and all the goodness that comes with it: Getting pissed outside the pub, jamming on the ukulele, organizing treasure hunts, playing who can steal the most gypsy tears, streaking, letting your toenails go, binning the ‘Googling’ yourself habit, getting the Patrick Swayze Chippendale centaur tattoo you’ve been saving for all year for! And of course checking out some quality contemporary art.

Luckily – there just happens to be three sweet shows you should all definitely be checking out!

First off is the dynamic duo of the art world Gilbert & George, famous for their immaculate appearance best known now as the ‘Account handler’ look, which runs until Aug 22 at the White Cube gallery.

Secondly, since we won’t unfortunately be seeing the King of PoP, why not settle for the King of (art) POP Jeff Koons!

Just like M.J, depending on whom you ask, J.K is either one of the most brilliant artists alive or one of the most irritating. Either way, he has been among the most influential figures in the art world for the past three decades. His exhibition ‘Popeye’ will be showing at the Serpentine Gallery until Sept. 13th.

Last but not least is ‘Classified’ at Tate Britain. Stop by and do your boots shopping in Damien Hirst’s 1992 ‘Pharmacy’ or turn your gaze to the ‘African’ totems, which all turn out to look a bit like Ronald McDonald.

Peace out!!

Brydon.

I remember doing that and I can also remember it was the end of the best relationship of my life!

Never mind, who can really stay mad at that glorious green rim padded circle of black magic whose sole purpose is to propel you closer to the sun. . . I miss and love you the trampoline ­ Let¹s get back together!

If any of you want to rekindle your relationship with the past, the Greenwich bouncers would be happy to help.

Running adult programs and drop in one offs, the Greenwhich bouncers will help you get in tight toned shape in record time and you won’t even realize your exercising. Carolyn Tompsett, 33, from Deptford, started bouncing her way to fitness in January and has already dropped 2 sizes!

The six-week bounce your way to Fitness course costs £69.99 for six 90 minutes sessions. Whereas, the Adult drop in sessions cost £6.50 if you pay by the session or £25 for the month.

Peace out!!

Brydon

Google doodle and you’ll ogle at the oodles of doodles people have doodled – say that 10 times fast and now you’ll know what it feels like to be drunk at the New Doodle Bar!

An entire bar painted white even down to the waiters, where you can draw scribble and make your mark without getting told off!

The bar can also be booked for special events including everything from Bar Mitzphas to Waxbenders, where the venue can be whitewashed for one off nights.

Regular nights are on Friday with DJ’s from 6pm – 12am and Yoga sessions that take place everyMonday from 6:30pm - 7:45pm.

For those looking to brush up on their nudie drawing skills there are even drop in life drawing classes at £10 per individual.

So get out there and start drunk doodling!

Peace out!

Brydon.

P.S – This weeks crumb comes from a good friend of mine, Vinny Vincent who you can now visit during normal working hours behind his tower of screens.

Remember when Prince’s “1999″ was the focal point of your plans for an end of the century party!

That’s right – The golden era of the 80s when we watched Fraggle Rock, wanted to change our name to JEM, wished we were a Goonie, got seriously injured on a Slip and Slide, held all our birthday party’s at McDonald’s, wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks, sported super cool mullet’s and we ‘wired for sound’ at all times.

PSYCHE!

Well it’s not the 80’s anymore but if there’s one thing that survived all those years it’s probably your tennis whites.

So time to dust them off and get into the Wimbledon craze with a twist at THAT club on July 4^th.

An outdoor terrace of Greenwich’s THAT Club will be turned into a lawn court with staff in 80s tennis gear and ‘serving’ up five sorts of Pimm’s.

Also, a culture crumbs endorsed match will be played between midget players in John McEnroe wigs. Take that the 80’s!

4 JULY, THAT club, 338 Boord Street, SE10, thatclub.com, 10p,-6am tube: North Greenwich.

Peace out!

Brydon.

Oh how long I have idealized forgone days of revolutions and fighting for a collective cause.

People no longer ‘live’ in society but rather wake up each day to just exist in it.

It’s time we turn our manicured brows to a new way forward – a cultural upsurging so great it will have Mr. Marx doing summersaults in his grave!

Today is that day and that way forward is embodied within The Chap manifesto: Society has become sick with some nameless malady of the soul.

Pleasantness and civility are being discarded as the worthless ephemera of a bygone age – an age when men doffed their hats to the ladies, and small children could be counted upon to mind one’s Jack Russell while one took a mild and bitter in the local hostelry.

Instead, we live in a world where children are huge hooded creatures lurking in the shadows; the local hostelry has been taken over by a large chain that specialises in chilled lager, whose principal function is to aggravate the nervous system.

The Chap proposes to take a stand against this culture of vulgarity.

We must show our children that the things worth fighting for are not the latest plastic plimsolls but a shiny pair of brogues.

We must wean them off their alcopops and teach them how to mix martinis. Let the young not be ashamed of their flabby paunches, which they try to hide in their nylon tracksuits – we shall show them how a well-tailored suit can disguise the most ruined of bodies.

Finally, let us capitalise on youth’s love of peculiar argot and only replace their pidgin ghetto-speak with fruity bons mots and dry witticisms.

It is time for Chaps and Chapettes from all walks of life to stand up and be counted. But fear not, ye languid and ye plain idle: ours is a revolution based not on getting up early and exerting oneself – but a revolution that can be achieved by a single raised eyebrow over a monocle; the ordering of a glass of port in All Bar One; the wearing of a particularly fetching cardigan upon a visit to one’s bookmaker.

In other words: a revolution of panache.

We shall bewilder the masses with seams in our trousers that could cut paper, trilbies angled so rakishly that traffic comes to a standstill; and by refusing the bland, watery substances that are foisted upon us by faceless corporations, we shall bring the establishment to its knees, begging for sartorial advice and a nip from our hip flasks.

And what better way to kick off this revolution then with an afternoon of sportsish based activities from Cucumber Sandwich Discus to the marathon length of one’s moustache!

So get out there and start the panache revolution!

Peace out!

Brydon.