“Square.” “No – it’s a star. Next.” “Cross.” “Sorry – circle. Next.” “Wavy lines?” “No – it’s Debbie Gibson in a concrete mixer. Although it is a little wavy, I suppose. In a bad 80’s perm smothered in cement and gravel kinda way…” “It’s no
“Hi, is Raquel there?” “I’d like to speak to Raquel.” “Could you put me through to Raquel, please?” “Yeah, I can hold while she finishes up on that call.” “Well, will she be back in tomorrow?” You were the only person I could ever talk
After a while, George realised he was going to have to start charging people to touch the rock. At first it wasn’t a problem; it had just been local people. Friends and neighbours. Relatives. Weird Andy from the Hop & Grape. They came, they saw,
If a colleague left their pay cheque lying on their desk, and you were bored, and there was nobody else around: would you take a look? Just to check, just to see how much they’re on, just to make sure you’re being paid an equivalent,
Gavin L: Why did he do it? That’s what everybody keeps asking. I mean, yeah, we all hate working here, but if you hate it that bad, dude – get another job. Shit, go on the dole. Don’t jump off the fucking roof! Kevin P:
My name is Felix Patrick Sogra, and when I was fourteen I killed a boy with a C90 cassette. His name was Freddie Beaumont. He liked Leeds United and Level 42, but that’s not why I killed him. Turned out he also liked Ann-Marie Hayward.
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