The big cheeses at Fonterra are clamping down on the little NZ cheese makers for using the word "Vintage".  Check out the news clip here.  We haven't had any contact from Fonterra asking us to change our name and we doubt we will, so you won't be seeing any of these on our labels...

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I'm going away for a few weeks, so here's a cup spewing.

I had long suspected Dub-Step was 'of the devil', and this just confirms it.

She totally is sponge-worthy. Her enthusiasm is infectious, and I'm quite sure she'd be a generous and confidence-boosting lover, providing you could drag her away from those damn-ass sponges...

Bushy eye-brows are back in, and is that a penis on her door? What a strange and wonderful girl. I'm never letting my daughter have the Internet.

Rob told me to do a blog about the office, and more specifically the people inside the office. So here’s a round-up of what everyone has been up to. You don’t have to read this if you don’t want to.

Andy: Today Andy had a lot of trouble trying to buy a pair of wrestling shoes on the Internet. He’s now planning on sourcing the wrestling shoes locally. It’s a funny thought him cramming his eye-fillets in to those cylindrical wrestling boots. I’m just thinking about it now and smiling.

Katarina: Early last week Katarina fell over whilst exiting the shower and when her head hit the ground it caused a split in her skin, from which blood gushed. You laugh, but there was gushing blood. The wound was smaller than we had imagined though, and we'd have barely noticed the graze above her left eye, had it not been for her constantly telling us how she wanted to pick the scab off.

Rob: Rob is preparing for a mid-August jaunt across Las Vegas and various sinful establishments by ordering his ‘vacation wardrobe’. This vacation wardrobe consists of several new additions, the standouts being a hat (not a fedora), a pair of bathing trunks (well above the knee, but no so short the bald patch of skin on his inner thigh is showing), and some boat shoes that will only be worn with the aforementioned bathing trunks.

Jay (that’s me): I was struck down with cancer late last week and it resulted in taking my first sick day from work in almost 4 years. I went home, having recently moved home (to save money for more shoes) and my mummy looked after me. The guys at work teased me (behind my back), but I healed the cancer and now I’m back.

Mel: Mel’s lover – we call him the wrecking ball - surprised her with a trip to Fiji, and she returned bitterly disappointed that no engagement ring was forthcoming despite near on 7 years of loyal service (she massages his quads every morning and night). She continues to poke pin-holes through his rubbers.

Phil: He printed lots of t-shirts and consumed a vast amount of coffee every day. His water-blaster’s also not working that well at the moment, meaning there’s a bit more water than usual on the floor.

Callun: Worked really hard to fill Hayden’s boots following the boy taking a two month excursion to the UK and Europe for drinking and sight-seeing. He also discovered he’s allergic to – amongst other things – alcohol and spicy food, which is particularly depressing for an alcoholic with a penchant for a late night curry.

Andrea: Continues to be Robs sister, once dated an Indian named Dane, we suspect she weighs somewhere in the region of 48.5 kgs, and is now on Uni holidays; meaning she’ll be around the office a bit more with her spaghetti for lunch and general polite demeanour.

Fran: Left the team last week for pastures new. With one final masterstroke she decided against saying goodbye on her last day.