Have to be quick tonight. I have been at the fizzy beer and am now doing some damage to the internal consistency of a bottle of Teacher’s. I am in celebration mode and will soon be as urinary as a gaseous rectal emission.
About 4 pm today I phoned up about the Local Shop cleaner job. They were interviewing at 6 pm. I was there. At 7 pm I had a phone call and was offered the job. I have moved from The Unemployed Waster to The Cleaner, all in three hours. That’s the benefit of Local Shop. They don’t have to call head office to get permission. Decisions are made right now.
So, as of Saturday, I am in enough work to just cover the monthly bills, anything I make above that is mine for whisky and general nefarious purposes. One year from now… clean the planet. HAAAAhahahaha. Whoops, did I type that out loud?
The ebaying will continue but a larger-than-previously amount will go back into buying OO gauge stuff.
Right. Why am I here? Oh yes. I have begun collecting the suggested smoky signs on a page on the blog where we can examine and comment on them. If anyone wants to take one and make T-shirts, mugs, bumper stickers etc, you’ll have to talk to the originator of the image. All are copyright of the original thingummy.
I will now return you to your real lives while I continue the obliteration of mine. I have until Saturday to regain sobriety, which should be just about possible. Clean? With the amount of drinking I have planned, my insides will be sterilised.
I think I’ll be happy in Local Shop.
My kind of place.