sell orf

Short Piqued today, in addition to having to actually do some work I’ve been put in charge of an interview.

I cannot begin to tell you how awful conducting an interview actually is, not because of the practical interview aspect, to wit, talking to a person in order to discover their strengths and in doing so highlight potential weaknesses, no it’s not that, it’s the whole aspect of being given a faux power over another person based on bourgeois/corporate/capitalist hideousness. I like to think of myself as better than most people for other reasons, not because I fucked up and wound up working for a living by mistake and was too greedy to spurn promotion. I used to be a fucking anarchist for fucks sake, even now as I type this I’ve a copy of Socialist Worker on my desk, what have I become!

I had a quiet night last night. I met up with Frank briefly for a swift half and returned home to fulfil my craving for food by grazing from the fridge and cupboards. I did a little bit more work on my design, essentially, I sat quietly and stared at it for a while, a fundamental part of any creative process and I now consider the matter closed. After some cleaning I watched Big Brother which I will have to write about in WWM at some point soon, it’s not as dynamic as in previous years but there is some activity occurring in there which is quite fascinating. Intrigued? Don’t be.

The day closed with the confirmation that Family Guy really is one of the funniest things ever (you heard me, ever) and a naughty cigarette which caused a short panic attack as I was trying to get off to sleep. Slept like the dead after that.

There is still a weird veil of oddness over Tooting following the crash and of course a fresh volley of rumours. The latest is that the driver whose head was supposed to have come orf walked out of the wreckage completely unhurt but a bloke walking his dog on seeing the bloke get out of the car had a heart attack and died on the spot.

Oh FUCK, I’ve TWO interviews, fucking hell.