It is my final day to write the Standard Operating Procedures and Directions for that despicable company I slave for day in and day out. It is not finished. I am very stressed. My usual activities are a month behind and I shall be in trouble for not spending 24 hours a day working.
Well, I […]
Arrrggghhh!!! You’ll have to excuse me today. I have to complete my major work-based project in the next couple of days. This magnum opus describing my day-to-day operation is now on its 197th page, and I’m not even half way though. If it is not completed by Monday then I face the corporate firing squad.
It’s […]
Today marks the day I bid a fond farewell to the two Steffans. They are to return to their German homeland this evening, back to strudel and raw bacon. They have seen what I do and seem very impressed, as they should be. Their maudlin dead eyes expressed genuine appreciation.
I shook each of their hands, […]
Today, my company had a visit from our German affiliates in the form of two Steffans. I was required to give my usual enthusiastic talk about the brilliant product I manage (in truth I really don’t give a rat’s arse pop pickers). The two Steffans listened and even asked a number of pertinent questions.
They are […]
Yesterday I attended a training course in Victoria (London not Australia). I found the course to be rather irrelevant and wearisome. There were far too many time consuming exercises and not enough theory. However, I do now have a qualification from the Press Association and I did get to spend a day out of the […]
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. It’s been an extremly busy and stressful few weeks. I have not been able to update this regularly. Work has been unbearable, I’ve been drinking far too much and trying to practice songs for the Galaxy album.
I am away now for the Christmas period. Next year I will be less stressed and […]
It is only a matter of days before I am visiting Napoleon Fantastic. We will be spending a whole week in his studio, laying down tunes for my new all electric balls-out album. There be a pitched battle with the urge to drink booze and it shall make Napoleon feel rather ill - post-drunk. It […]
There is a little ratty man at work whom is quickly becoming my number one enemy. His name is Robby and he is a right git. What he is doing to me is tantamount to bullying. He is a short fellow with very close-cut curly hair and an ill-fitting suit, with garish pink shirts and […]
I’ve managed to give myself a number of severe razor cuts. I have red, bleeding sores all over my chin and have sliced a part of my lip off. I did this a few days ago but it still has not healed and is continuing to bleed every time I speak. It would not be […]