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Monday, January 18, 2010

Always bring your own laughter, just in case

Oh this place...

"You know, I can't carry on getting up in the morning and coming here,"


says Bronwyn. Bronwyn is one of your no-nonsense, roll-your-sleeves-up-and-get-on-with-it sort of women. If it's getting to her, too, then things must be bad.

5 comments:

Macy said...

I just hope no one came up with those immortal words "Cheer up love. Could be worse..."

Robert Swipe said...

Ah......Bronwyn, Bronwyn, Bronwyn...

Reminds me of a lass I used to know when I was running the Beckenham Arts Lab, Kev - although she'd have been more likely to be rolling up an oversized reefer than her sleeves, if truth be told.

Ah, those were the days - a few tabs of state sponsored acid washed down with a couple of games of strip-Ker-plunk...and all paid for out of an Arts Council Grant, to boot. Nowadays, Francis Bacon wouldn't get enough to cover a half of Ben Truman's, would he?

Anyway - hope things start looking up for you both...

L.U.V. on ya,

Bob

Pat said...

P'raps if she just got up and didn't come in?

Affer said...

Take the bed to work.....it's the new method: work from bed.

Kevin Musgrove said...

Macy: we used to have a tin, if anybody said: "it could be worse..." they had to put 10p in it. We raised £43 in the first three weeks.

You're right, Bob, those were the days. Ta for the good wishes.

Pat: the thought has drifted across all our minds.

Affer: the sofa was removed from the staff room of Noddy Library for just that reason.