Aah, the familiar smell of coffee and creativity. It must be a Monday morning at Artem.
Monday. That day of the week between Sunday and Tuesday where we're all plunged back into the reality of our working schedules after two days of carefree recreation.
But it's hard to get down to work when you're being watched by a severed head. Indeed, with a severed head on my left and a glass c...
So, I've nearly completed my first full week at Artem. So I should have a general idea of what Artem is all about.
As it's Friday, I thought I would use the medium of the acrostic poem to share my impressions:
Artem Responds To Every Mind-boggle
Applause Resounds Through Explosive Madness
Aliens, Robots, Tigers, Even Murder-victims!
Artem Realises Top Explosive Moments
Artem's Robust Tec...
A bit worrying that I have no memory of getting into work today. I woke up, and thought it might be quite refreshing to cycle into Perivale this morning, so I hopped on my bike and what felt like mere moments later I was finding somewhere to park it on Artem's premises, fixing on a spot not too far from this rather terrifying, giant shark head:
Anyway, as I walked through the works...