I have been learning Mandarin all week and have learned one word. Next week I shall be buying surgical gloves and learning how to keep my hands warm for my new customers.
My train is like someone has has a temper tantrum in a newsagent, stolen all the Cola Cubes, but left every bit of the paper no one reads and hopes Mary Poppins will come along to tidy it up.
Working class people are infiltrating Starbucks. Poor, deluded fools really shouldn't be there. Give them sixpence and encourage them to find a cafe and say "'ave a drink on me, bruv."
My day job continues as I've missed the football transfer deadline and just as I was about to start smoking and write books called nausea, the French have confiscated all ashtrays
