So that’s it, today is my very last day at work. Obviously these are very exciting times, tinged with no sadness whatsoever, but there is definitely an undercurrent of poo-pants fear. Blah blah, economic climate, blah blah bore on. Thus far, opportunities have been presenting themselves much quicker than anticipated and with little or next to no effort. This is wonderful news on one level, though it means the break I’ve been looking forward might be further away. Listen to me moaning already, amazing. Beyond that, I’d best buy a giant pimp-motherfucker hat and sell my ass to whoever is desperate enough.
Will do a fan dance for tuppence ha’penny. Enquire within.
In the meantime, here’s a review of the wonderful 1971 Paul and Linda McCartney ‘Ram’ album, which is somewhat fitting given the opening of parameters el Moptop was experiencing at the time. You’re wondering what I’m going on about aren’t you. Me too.