This one goes out to Mrs T’s and mine good friend L who is poorly at the moment , sleeping and full of evil headaches and we wish her the speediest of recoveries, especially as we all have a date in about 3 weeks. Lemsip and honey L, hope you get better asap.

Work is awful as per, it seems from today that I have 5 managers telling me what to do and all contradicting themselves against each other leaving me and a several hundred of my colleagues totally adrift, its now unavoidably approaching the mutiny stage and stranding directors in conference centres in the Valleys of Wales is looking like an attractive option. I only mention Wales as thats the only place I meet directors apart form fucking cyberspace which doesn’t really exist, as they talk to us on Teams with mournful faces but under the desk they’re wearing Ice white speedos and counting down the days till the summer 3 weeks of misidentified wanderlust across Kitts and Nevis then onto St Lucia and Barbados whilst flicking the V’s. The wanderlust is carefully orchestrated through some travel agent in Britain where only accredited “locals” may be met. They will pay somewhere, not the afterlife because that of course is foolishness; but somewhere and what goes around comes around, thats Karma which I think I believe in, I’d like to believe in, but sometimes a cunt is always a cunt and theres not much you or I can do about this.

In other news, a friend from the pub asked me to write an erotic piece; the subject: clothing in 200 words, I’ve not written erotic since I was much younger and then it was probably just shit, thank God my Mum threw all of my School stuff away, which I obviously don’t mean, the more stuff wee keep where the corners curl and fray, the better. Thats social history stuff, and alas theres no trace of me until about 2018, something like that, probably not a bad thing. Night all