I've spent most of today explaining to management why having the Annual Reports delivered in Flash is a bad idea and why paying some up-its-own-arse design consultancy four grand for the pleasure of receiving a couple of automated files is a seriously bad idea.

Woman at the agency was completely patronising as well and just didn't understand the concept that she might be limiting availability of essential content. "We build sites like this all the time and there's no problem." Fucking Mac using bimbette. Aargh!

Got fed up with her after the "If you have any difficulty with this I'll get one of our programmers to talk you through it," so fired off a mail to her boss telling him she was fuckwitted (although slightly more eloquently) then spent the afternoon fixing the problems with her Flash and the PDFs.

Plain HTML is not an option, apparently. And these people make money! That's what scares me the most!

Nowt much in the evening. Too tired to do anything after last night's, um, early finish! Because Jon didn't have his car (I left Mildred at Jon's last night so I could drink) I had to drive him home after work - and we both left late. He cooked dinner whilst I sat and watched Voyager - the second part of a stonking two-parter (Flesh and Blood). I enjoyed that one. It's a shame this series looks as if it's going to be the best one!