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Wednesday, December 01, 2004

I had an interview at BsnssObcts - new place yesterday that went very well. I don't want to count chickens but I am feeling hopeful. I was grilled for over 21/2 hours and was tired out by the end of it. I need to move on before I become soft in the head.

Maman has arrived in the UK for a few weeks. I have just spoken to her and she sounds well, and happy to be here. I phoned the Cape Town branch of Learmonts a few days ago and they all sounded well. Father Learmont sounds like he's leaking and slipping further into eccentricity - and they think I'm losing it. At least I know where it comes from if I do.

3 Comments:

Anonymous said...

Leakin'? Nae wonder the auld yin is leakin' - hiz life's like an innertube - aw' wee punctures - and none o'them vulcanised! Puir auld bugger! Push the auld bastart under the water an' aw' ye'll see is strings a' wee bubbles escapin' tae the surface. Mah advice? Drown the fucker in vodka. A'll bet ye he'll no bubble then! He'll be suckin' it back in through aw' the wee holes.

3:07 PM  
Anonymous said...

Just a wee footnote - mibbe they are Business - but whit the fuck gie's them the right tae object?

3:09 PM  
Anonymous said...

Google Tom Rymour

1:33 PM  

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