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...
Category - Observations
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...
It’s 2009. I’m listening to Motown, looking out on a snowy Bristol scene with the dull ache of alcoholism and gluttony inside. A two week sojourner from work is all but over, gone in a festive flash of over-indulgence and...
The rain is cold and the sky a deep brooding purple. I shuffle into a book shop, more to take shelter than to browse. An old man sits at a computer. I can see the blue screen reflected in his spectacles. I get the impression that...
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...
The money is less, the job more tedious; I’m not sleeping and I drink every evening. It seems also, judging by my lack of activity online, that I am too down even to put my experiences into words. For me to write a blog, I must...
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...
It’s been on my mind for a while. When I’m gazing off into the middle distance or turning a record over, I think it. Today, when I had a day off work, I ate bad food and it was with me. In between dipping pieces of...
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...