I have decided to keep a list of things that I see that I like and things I see that I don’t like. It’s a simple idea. Like The girl that walks home in front of me is in her early twenties. She has very thin ankles and a...
Category - Journal
Who else would bring out a pint of ale in a recession for just 99 pence than that wonderfully pessimistic bastion of Britishness, J D Wetherspoons?! There is no music, there are no thrills, but boy, a 99 pence pint in your...
I am in Debenhams kicking around the various clothes gathered in crumpled piles beneath the sale rails. People are feverishly glancing over the sizes of the garments then at the prices, and if either fails to satisfy then they...
When I flippantly mentioned in my last post that I had, but for some fractured recollections of fireworks and greasy chips, experienced memory loss from 11: 30 pm onwards on the 31st of December, I was conveniently forgetting...
The bank’s regional manager comes into the branch where I work once a week to monitor our performance and motivate us to meet unrealistic sales figures. He is a typical manager-type, speaking in acronyms and empty marketing...
My situation has become desperate. I am sick and I am tired of the string of ridiculous employment assignments that make up my life. I endure lengthy commutes through grotty West Country ghettos only to arrive at some...
I’ve started working in the post room of a company that manufactures parts for military ships and aeroplanes. I weigh packages. Some of these parcels contain vital components of engines that will eventually end up inside...
A Visit to the Dentist I had toothache. It hurt. I had a weekend of drinking pints – bucketfuls of cider with only estimated percentages and ingredients that would make McDonalds turn away in disgust. The toothache got...
That’s it – I’m outta here. My job in Keynsham has ended and I am leaving. Here are a few thoughts on my time in this little patch of West Country Wild West:- Ugly Keynsham Most of the people in Keynsham are...
The answer is yes, I’m still here, and yes, it’s still the shittest most absurd job ever. Me and Martin have settled into a fairly comfortable routine of not even attempting to converse with each other. Instead Martin opts...