Off to Work We Go

Off to Oxford Street tomorrow where a job agency is holding a walk-in Olympic Games job day. Walk in from 08:00, present passport and CV, get job. Well I bloody hope so anyway. Sitting at home all day slurping the daily ration of Famous Grouse (I am keeping it down to 1 bottle) and calculating on what day I will run out of money and have to kill myself is no fun at all.

Maybe they'll give me a gat and a rocket and put me on security. That would be cool.