Like a temp version of WIlliam Wallace (not as in a temporary William Wallace, but more a freedom fighter for temps) I feel like a freedom fighter for temps. For today I walked head first into unemployment. My last day at accountancy biro using up temp hell. I am worried about rent, but have an overall [...]
Read More…Continuing this weeks food based theme to my diary I would like to tell you of today’s lunch. Feeling slightly delicate from yesterdays bad belly I figured that something simple would be in order, and as any purchased food this week has ended in near disaster, I figured that I’d best have something cheap, simple and [...]
Read More…It turns out that yesterdays disappointing fry up was even moreso than I feared. Today I am ill; my belly is trying to escape and is evacuating the troops as quickly as possible. Maybe the eggs were a little too runny yesterday. At lunch therefore I decided on something light, in one the 74,000 Sainsburys in central [...]
Read More…My localist greasy spoon was just the place to be on a Sunday morning after the fright of seeing the zombies of the school disco and then a hour and a half night bus journey sat just behind a scary guy covered in blood – some reward. Plus the fact that I gave up my bed [...]
Read More…I got scared. I freely admit it; I’m not too much of a man to let you know that at three am on a Saturday night/Sunday morning I got scared in Hammersmith. Not in a threatened violence way, something far more sinister. I had been out to see a band in West Kensington, the West Four One [...]
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