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Interesting sleeping patterns, once again.
The boy is going to go to London to corporate whore for some people who are apparently quite famous if you know about that sort of thing (I make it a point not to). They have a flashy website which says delightful things like "We see the essence of our work as a virtuous circle of insight, impact, and trust", and has inspiring (but presumably irrelevant) background pictures of people climbing mountains or canoeing through ice.
But what exactly do consults do? I want to know.
Go into businesses and...improve them, replies the boy, which I find somewhat unsatisfactory.
"The boy in the white shirt does up his tie and says have you seen my black shoes to the girl.
No she says, and she turns and says your tie's not straight.
The eyebrow boy turns round and says where are you going dressed up like that and the smart boy says new job, telephone helpline at a mortgage company.
The boy with the pierced eyebrow slaps the palm of one hand with the back of the other and makes a loud noise in the back of his throat. He says, for fucksake, didn't our parents used to make stuff for a living?"
from If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things by Jon McGregor - it's really a beautiful, extraordinary book.