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Good thing I didn't get a job at Fopp then... (Their application form was too long.)
Went to an interview today for a temp proof-reading job on Shaftesbury Avenue. There was breaking news on the telly in reception as I left about a controlled explosion of some fuck-off nailbomb down the road. Police everywhere, buses diverted. And it was fucking pouring with rain, again.
I decided to chalk this up as a near-death experience and that from then on I would make the best of life. This involved diving into the nearest pub for a liquid brunch and a good chainsmoking session. These final days of free smoking are precious.
Someone give me loads of mullah, please, so I can go to Paris once a week and fuck my lungs up over booze and coffee like a winner.
Went to an interview today for a temp proof-reading job on Shaftesbury Avenue. There was breaking news on the telly in reception as I left about a controlled explosion of some fuck-off nailbomb down the road. Police everywhere, buses diverted. And it was fucking pouring with rain, again.
I decided to chalk this up as a near-death experience and that from then on I would make the best of life. This involved diving into the nearest pub for a liquid brunch and a good chainsmoking session. These final days of free smoking are precious.
Someone give me loads of mullah, please, so I can go to Paris once a week and fuck my lungs up over booze and coffee like a winner.