Disappointing

27^th February

I supposed it’s not a bad thing to be knocked back down to earth from time to time. When I was unsuccessful in an application this week, I was reminded of the time I stood, to my mind, straight, smart, attentive, answering the grueling questions delivered between stacked shelves of Anything Goes in Ruislip Manor. Beside the rubbers shaped like pink dogs and the magic paint colouring books I did my best to be enthusiastic and knowledgeable about different sizes of batteries. On reflection, I probably looked like Marylin Manson’s long lost daughter all purple spiky hair, DMs and Heather Shimmer lipstick who was more likely to eat the afore mentioned batteries than effectively recommend the correct one for your hand held plastic fan, Mrs Brown… but we do stock some rather lovely handkerchiefs which you might find useful to mop the droplets from your brow while deliberating.

I didn’t get that job either.

Still there’s nothing like a wee blonde potato loving piss taking old chum to cheer ones mood. Bugger it. Why not? I booked a flight to Hong Kong for tomorrow. Running away because I’m pissed off? Yep! Can’t wait.