Work, work, work, let me go
Humm. Seems a little...
Yeah. Right.
Hmmmm.
Got the early shift on the science van, not an onerous duty and we've found ways to make it not quite so dull including insulting the blokes that are working on the permanent equipment that will make the vans obselete and I can save the world from a deck chair in the summer instead of a bench seat. Got a lift back to the Fortress of Solitude courtesy of Dave the Dave, and prepared to walk into town to do the shopping, collect the new prescription shades from the speccy shop; then tackle the loft; the spare room; reading up on the stuff I've got to go into work early for tomorrow and that's about as far as it got. Seem to have hit a wall. The chute is packed too tight with jobs, nothing's moving, I've still not had a real break since September and now I've got to arrange quality mobility.
Cheered myself up by mocking a sickleave bound colleague by text, and taking Mater's reccomendation to watch last week's Question Time from this locality; the ever popular blood sport of grilling politico's who've just been caught out on the expenses malarky by exposing them to some of the most uneducated and bitter electorate in the country - specifically, the ones from this postcode district. Heheheh. Was amused to spot a uncredited appearance by our local Conservative canditate giving Margaret Horseface some hell... wonder what she'll say when she sees the new honourable member from CodTown wander into the ladies bogs at the Commons next time around. Don't think the sitting member for this shithole has endeared himself with his freespending claims and gin habit. Ho ho.
Mind you, not that I can say I'm that happy about her latest campaign notice coming through the letterbox this week... new slogan, "Victoria is listening". Bit Orwellian, I think. Does this mean she's going to be up a ladder at my window with a notepad in the middle of the night? Hope so. Phwoar.
Yeah. Right.
Hmmmm.
Got the early shift on the science van, not an onerous duty and we've found ways to make it not quite so dull including insulting the blokes that are working on the permanent equipment that will make the vans obselete and I can save the world from a deck chair in the summer instead of a bench seat. Got a lift back to the Fortress of Solitude courtesy of Dave the Dave, and prepared to walk into town to do the shopping, collect the new prescription shades from the speccy shop; then tackle the loft; the spare room; reading up on the stuff I've got to go into work early for tomorrow and that's about as far as it got. Seem to have hit a wall. The chute is packed too tight with jobs, nothing's moving, I've still not had a real break since September and now I've got to arrange quality mobility.
Cheered myself up by mocking a sickleave bound colleague by text, and taking Mater's reccomendation to watch last week's Question Time from this locality; the ever popular blood sport of grilling politico's who've just been caught out on the expenses malarky by exposing them to some of the most uneducated and bitter electorate in the country - specifically, the ones from this postcode district. Heheheh. Was amused to spot a uncredited appearance by our local Conservative canditate giving Margaret Horseface some hell... wonder what she'll say when she sees the new honourable member from CodTown wander into the ladies bogs at the Commons next time around. Don't think the sitting member for this shithole has endeared himself with his freespending claims and gin habit. Ho ho.
Mind you, not that I can say I'm that happy about her latest campaign notice coming through the letterbox this week... new slogan, "Victoria is listening". Bit Orwellian, I think. Does this mean she's going to be up a ladder at my window with a notepad in the middle of the night? Hope so. Phwoar.
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