Dinner Is Served in 2014: The Year That Was

Fortunately I don’t appear to have been whooped for leaving an hour early due to migraine? That said, I’m rather paranoid that the powers that be are building an almighty Jenga tower off of all my ‘events’ readying up to pull the carpet out from under me. Maybe they’ll do a grand unveiling once it reaches the required height?

I must concede I’m feeling a little low just now. A big part of it being having spanked a fair bit of money up my nose with what’s left up in smoke. I’m bored. Really, really, bored! And it’s depressing really when you think that the only people who are ‘bored’ are the boring people. So what’s the solution? I tap my Problem Management Co-ordinator
- Some fucked-up stress levels around the strike-through.
…brain. The sound? Yeah what can I say? Mostly echo not to mention the voices
- Don’t you listen? I said not to mention!
Ahhh the unmentionables! Atmospheric worries, social global warming, everyone wants to be friends with the Churchill dog…
Hola priten won’t you scuzzy up and share this moment with me?
Maybe not? Everything’s soiled and dirtied with capitalist intent so the only thing I’d accept from you is a map to Treasure Island with an ‘X’’ where you buried your heart.

I’m trying my best, really, I am! With my head down and my thumbs up, I’m smiling, I’m smiling! It’s Thurs, 4pm and I’ve sent 100 emails this week to date, an average week before I took my 10 days block leave would be 150+ - I just counted up. That’s ridiculously too many. Too much insanity, curdled fou talk, I work in a psyhciiatric hospital for ‘sane’ people. I think I’m the only one who accepts his nuts? So I’m castrated for my sins by a handful of patients, yeah what can I say? I never covered my neighbour’s wife, she’s harrier than a motherfucker, so why am I being punished for my ‘sins?’

I just took a breather and spent 6 minutes looking out the window – There’s a girl in a bright orange jacket handing out some sort of flyers outside the Harewood Avenue entrance to Marylebone station. As she’s in bright aluminous orange she’s pretty easy to spot from distance. Something the guy stepping out of 10HA obviously did. However in his efforts to avoid being forced to take a flyer he stepped out in a slightly too wide arc, putting him on the road, and very nearly, putting him in hospital as a taxi zipped past.

I’m a strange person at the best of times. The other day I walked along and gave them a flyer.