fiat_knox | Hail And Farewell ...

... to another year of my life. Gone. Finito.

Here's to the first day of my 41st year. Happy Birthday, and many, many more happy returns of the day.

Bloody hell, what a year I had. I practically lived in that unexpurgated shithole of a workplace, the damp - infested, overpriced flat nearby, and virtually lived off of those Cumberland sausages in a bap in the early morning down at Sayers the bakers in town ("Offer valid until 11:00am. Subject to availability. While stocks last. Remember that property secured on your loan is forfeit if you do not keep up the monthly repayments. Batteries not included. Some assembly required.")

And for what? To collapse at work, unable to breathe? To suffer stress, no sleep, and high blood pressure from the stresses?

Ah, well, I'm better off out of there. I mean, for all that they were supposed to be these fun people, they have no sense of humour. They didn't think I was going to save that Word file containing 1,245 repetitions of the word "vagina" on their system, did they?

Some people can be so pig ignorant ...