This is St John Street in Farringdon, London. The building on the left is where I work, and the building on the right is, well, where other people work.

These other people were getting pretty carried away last week with Post-it notes. It looked like they were having the mother of all meetings which had spilled from the wall, all over the windows. Either that or they were trying to solve a murder. When we noticed this in our studio, we felt similarly inspired and thought we should say hello…

…and bit by bit we managed to have an entire conversation in stickie notes from either side of the street. I expect productivity took a bit of a hit.

Then the knock knock jokes started…

…but misfired once we realised we were being led down the old ‘Doctor Who’ road. Nice try.

It even started getting a little bit amorous at one stage…

…before moving the relationship online. (ooer)

And getting a bit more creative.

By Friday afternoon it was decided meeting up for a beer in the pub would be a good idea. Bit of a no brainer really.

The dress code was wear a Post-it and everybody got along just fine.

Thanks to everyone involved, most of whom had the presence of mind to take pictures which I’ve shamelessly reused here. Ryan, Mike, Leisa, Laura, Stuart and others. There’s a Flickr group here and one of those new fangled Twitter hastag things too.

So, there you go, it’s easy to make friends. Expect to see this crop up in a mobile phone advertising campaign near you soon. Orange/O2/T-mobile/Vodafone, if you’re reading this, we’ll split it 60/40 but it really needs to be shot in California with a bland and inoffensive acoustic guitar soundtrack.

I live in Southfields, South West London, which is where anyone who’s anyone will tell you is really where the Wimbledon Tennis Tournament is. It’s not actually in Wimbledon you see, it’s down the road from our house which makes Wimbledon fortnight a little bit like Dawn of the Dead, but instead of fighting off hoards of flesh eating zombies, I’m barricading myself in my house to keep out the American bumbag (fanny pack) wearing tourists.

Anyway, I digress. Every year they dress up the local tube station to within an inch of its life, and this year is no exception. Perhaps tourists think this is what every English tube station is like all the time.

This year HSBC has put up the usual tennis regalia, but the reason it’s featuring on this blog is that someone has gone and done some typography…

It’s not going to win a D&AD, but it is appropriate, unnecessary and fun. I like it. And from a bank too…

Now that Andy Murray has been served, please can everyone clear off and let me get to work on time…?

I have an alibi, you can’t prove anything.

I went a long to the private view of Wallpaper magazine’s Type Tart exhibition last night to see if my contribution had made the cut among some of the more well-known contributors.

The idea was to create a tart card – those things in London phoneboxes advertising *ahem* ‘personal services’ but dedicated to a typeface or letter of the alphabet. Lots of great *ahem* ‘entries’ there were too. I think the one below was my favourite…

Now I know I’m getting old as some were definitely a bit *ahem* ‘graphic’…

Click here to see all the pictures I took on the night.

You can also see all the entries and contributors on the Wallpaper website. There’s still a few days left to catch the show at KK Outlet, and it’s all in aid of the St Bride Library.

Oh, and yes, my design was in the show, even if nobody noticed it due to bad Feng Shui. That’s my excuse anyway…

Last week I went along to see Wim Crouwel give an iSTD talk about his work and clients. It was a celebration of the iSTD being 80 years old, but the most staggering thing is that at 81, Wim still stands as one of the most interesting and progressive designers and typographers. He’s a nice guy too.

This guy was excited about pixels before there were pixels:

He showed us a lot of his work, which he was producing from the 1950s to the present day, and it’s amazing to see things that this guy was doing 50 years ago still look cutting edge. You don’t have to have a Hoxton fin and listen to Hot Chip to be knocking out devastatingly original work, reassuringly you can just be yourself and care about getting it right.

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This sums up the last couple of days for me.

From Animals on the Underground.