I'll be at James and Sim's wedding this weekend, going home from Gatwick on Sunday, and I was wondering if anybody from Croydon who was going would be willing to put me up on Saturday night?
I was going to send some cards, but a combination of mislaying my address book and just being even more crap than normal (for a given value of "normal") has resulted in me, erm, not doing so.
Anyway, I love you all. Don't make a big thing of it.
"You have quite a foot fetish don't you? Actually you have a woman fetish" "Its true, show me a pair of womens elbows and thats enough to get me excited"
For the first time this year, I know where I'll be working in three weeks. I've just signed a three month contract with Royal Bank Of Canada, so unless I fuck up spectacularly, I've got more job security now than I've had for about a year.
Personally I thought I wasn't going to get it. I thought I was a bit too relaxed and even flippant at interview
HR person"Can you give me three words that describe you?"
Me "No"
Now I have to fill out pages of stuff in addition to the contract and go down the police station and pay them £20 (I'll get it back) so that they can do a full criminal records search for RBC.
Oops. Have just slightly upset a colleague by stating that palm reading and mediums "...have no basis in fact and are only believed by foolishly credulous people."
Must remember the following:
1. Sometimes its appropriate for me to suppress my urge to give an honest, frank opinion.
2. There are a lot of credulous fools about. I shouldn't be surprised, or think that they are amenable to reason.
3. There are lots of people whose beliefs I find foolish, but are nice people I shouldn't upset.