First week in The New Job ™.
Lots to report, but too busy to blog.
For now, let me just say: Oh. My. God. The entire place seems to be scripted by Ricky Gervaise, and populated by people who were considered a little too ‘Obvious’ for the crowd scenes in EastEnders.Â
More at the weekend.
“I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain on the silence.”
Samuel Beckett on Why He Wrote
Still, can’t stop that racing heart.
In case you were wondering…
But, of course, if you’ve been paying attention, you’ll know that already.
Where to start? Whit. Still there, like a rock. All she needs, quite frankly, is a crown, a “Give me your huddled masses (with two dollars to the pound)”, and a flaming torch. Although I still say Hot Pants would show off her pins better than those dubiously flowing skirts that they’ve lumbered Lady Liberty with.