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That was an exciting anecdote and if it's more of that you want, then stay tuned!
Shortly after my last literary ejaculation at the end of January I got a job in the City Planning department of the council, pushing pens and whatnot. An unforeseen benefit of this is that when I had to tell a lady I met what I did, I didn't say 'I'm a receptionist' and cause everyone to lose interest, i got to say "I work in City Planning" which sounds way more impressive (or is it just me that thinks that?).
My first payday since Christmas is coming up this week and I am understandably excited! I've been living (and living well) off my credit card for the last few months so will need to pay off some of that enormous debt but still, actual hard currency will be a delight to have for a few days before I am bankrupt again.
So this new job - tragically - is easier to get to by taking the train than by car. I say easier, of course it isn't easier! Nothing done by train is easier. If you were in a competition where you win by being a train it would still be easier to win by being a car and somehow coming across as locomotive-like. I mean if I literally lived at the train station and my car was permanently on fire it would still be easier by car. What I meant to say was it is a tiny bit CHEAPER to get the train so the pragmatic part of my brain insists that's what we must do.
As a result, for the last few months I've been a suffering commuter by public transport. I've endured delays and cancellations and worst of all - my fellow passengers. As a a reasonably thoughtful passenger I tend to have my music off in the train and read my book - but lately I've had to had my sound-cancelling headphones on but with no music playing just the drown out the really annoying half-heard shite that other people are listening to. From what I can hear it's someone having some sort of fit whilst operating an electric drum machine and this is the garbage that these people choose to listen to really loudly.
It's not that I don't get that sort of dance-music but why would you like to listen to it in a scenario where there is no dancing? Like in the car for instance? I was in a taxi the other week and it was about 3am and the taxi driver had a banging base note playing for ages and it didn't seem to change at all for the entire journey!
I have a friend who will read this and call me 'such an old man!'
Also I've been quite ill for the last week and today I went to the doctor's and found out I was experiencing the fag-end of flu. Only the week before I had been thinking it would be lovely to have a week off work (after a few months of unemployment, 7 whole weeks of working can really take it out of you) but coughing one's guts up all day long unless you're on an endless drip of water is a bit of a ball-ache - though I have made the most of QI on Netflix. In my opinion it's probably my favourite panel show of all time - even beating such classics as Never Mind the Buzzcocks or I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue. Having said that though I do love both those other ones...though I think Buzzocks was best when Simon Amstell was host, though I did only start watching it then and missed nearly all of Mark Lamarr's time as host.
Okay ladies and gentleman I got distracted and read the entirety of the Never Mind The Buzzcocks wikipedia page and found out that it was CANCELLED last year! Never let it be said this blog is all laughs and no information.
I realise it's been nearly two months since my last issue of this blog so I'm going to say now I will try and make these more frequent and also a promise there will be no drop in quality. Some people have said the thought of the quality being poorer is literally impossible and I will try not to let them down!
Also plans are well under way for the as yet untitled VLOG where I aggressively interview people into giving up embarrassing secrets - so keep a weather eye out for that!
