(I am actually going to stop me there - I feel I am losing control of this paragraph, that it has somewhat run away from me...one can just imagine the tannoy announcement in Tescos...."Would the owner of a lost little paragraph please come and collect him from the cigarette kiosk? He is wearing blue dungarees, is eating a Twix and keeps grabbing Carol and saying 'ooooh lovely'. Thank you").
Any way, where was I? Not Canterbury that's for sure! How are you? Nice Christmas and New Year? Like I give a fox turd. Hate all that bullshit when you get back to work. You are already fucked off that you have to be there - so why in the name of all that is sacred do you want to rake over your festivities reminding yourself that but two days ago you were up to your fat neck in savoury snacks, party games, booze and shit jokes? Beats me. I normally throw out the stock answer of "yeeeeah, quiet, ya know". May just have a tshirt with that printed on it next year and simply point (although this is fairly useless when you are on the phone).
Right, I am going to have some Sugar Puffs. Bye.
