Sorry I’ve been such a crap blogger lately. I don’t have the time or the privacy to write entries at work, and writing them in my spare time feels like a chore these days.
Work has been good though, for a change. Well, mostly: they did hire a woman to work directly alongside me, all day every day, who was, not to put too fine a point on it, a fucking nightmare – fortunately, however, she got the sack on Monday, narrowly escaping having her tongue ritualistically removed by me just to get her to shut the fuck up for one fucking second. Score. Now there’s all sorts of drama to keep me entertained: yesterday she tried to ring up one of our supervisors (presumably to lodge some sort of complaint) and was put through to me by accident – when she realised who I was she disguised her voice and refused to leave a message. Slick.
Yesterday was the first Halloween of my life on which I did absolutely nothing whatsoever to commemorate the occasion. I miss Halloween. The only costumes I saw this year were the pikey brat kids who’ve been infiltrating the Kilburn pubs all month wearing cheap crap masks and begging for money. Little Fagan bastards. Where’s the fun? Where’s the love? Where’s the candy corn? Europeans are so cynical.
Speaking of disappointments, right now I’m watching Godfather III for the first time. Yikes. Who’s the muppet they hired to play Al Pacino’s daughter? Apparently Coppola used up his talent budget and had to put a wig on a piece of furniture.
More soon, I promise.