Late finish at work tonight and a surprise early start tomorrow. This cloud does have a silver lining though – it’s because Boss is training the new guy on the late shift. Yes, we have a new guy, and despite my bitter disappointment (I was hoping for a loose floozy) this does mean I can soon get back to spending more time writing than working. As long as he doesn’t encounter one of the more disgusting customers early on. He’ll need to be toughened up before encountering some of them.
I wanted to rip up this piece of pompous, arrogant, self-righteous and self-important bleating but can’t risk babbling too late into the evening. I’ll leave it for tomorrow – but feel free to rip into the factless drivel in the comments if you like. Most – heck, all – of the ‘facts’ have been long since debunked but the tobacco control drones will never see that. They’re too dim.
Can’t get into proper rant mode without whisky anyway and I can’t risk whisky if I have to get up early. That can be really quite nasty. I am consoling myself with a French red wine called ‘Fitou’. It sounds like someone spitting but it’s actually quite pleasant. The only thing I’d say was wrong with it is that it isn’t whisky.
Oh well. Best try to get into wind-down mode. I bet I’m still starting at the ceiling at 4 am though…