March 20, 2007
Tonight is the first time since just after christmas that I start thinking it might be time to move on, workwise.
There's only me and Alison in tonight and I spend the evening with my feet up on my desk reading Friday's copy of the Daily Mail.
On the front page is a story about a policeman's daughter who has died from an overdose of alcohol. There's a picture of her smiling and wearing glasses while inside there's a picture of her distraught father. I wonder which cunt on the staff of the Daily Mail decided this was national news.
There's only me and Alison in tonight and I spend the evening with my feet up on my desk reading Friday's copy of the Daily Mail.
On the front page is a story about a policeman's daughter who has died from an overdose of alcohol. There's a picture of her smiling and wearing glasses while inside there's a picture of her distraught father. I wonder which cunt on the staff of the Daily Mail decided this was national news.