We're taking a bit of a breather while the world rearranges its underpants. Meanwhile, the other blog is here.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

No hiding place

Seeing a brown friend to the sea I overhear T.Aldous showing a workman the cracked lino in the gents' (caretakers are for staffing the issue counter).

"Why's this light on?" he asks.

"Because somebody's in here," I reply.

He turns the light out anyway. He'll only be happy when we're pissing out of the staff room window.

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