Anyway, news: On the way home this evening, I was asked by a crazy old woman to help her off the bus with her - as I was about to find out - stupidly heavy bags. This request turned into a lugging of lead-filled bags into Waterloo station, which turned into a me helping her find a trolley and getting her onto a train scenario. ('One way ticket to NutsVille please') So, I took part in the real world, and helped a freak get her freaky cargo onto a train...(...)...see what I mean about the difficulties of writing hhn when I am back out there?
Having spent three days out there in real office world, I am going to celebrate by going out for a sybaritic lunch with Styx tomorrow. Conversation topics will (I hope) include:
- Why work sucks
- Should we ask them to chill the red?
- hhn
- My new job (for approx three seconds)
- Hmmm, this wine has really opened up
- The cricket
- That couple over there
- J Mascis (stoned groover or too grooved loner?)
- Men versus women (an occasional but continual study)
and
- Whether or not we should have pudding
Ahhhh. Back in the land of hhn. Waiter, waiter.
1 comment:
Jooly good hhn. Enjoy a tipple for all of us slaving away. 3 days of work and you expect a rest!!!!
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