CROOK AS A BUTCHER'S DOG

I haven't been able to write much this week as I've been crook as a butcher's dog and I've had to go into work every day. It may of been all those dodgy Hungarian Malboros but more likely due to the fact I'm feeling generally run down. Don't worry Mum I'm okay it's the phlegm fur balls I'm worried about.

Probably way to much information there. Anyway, I'm not going to write about work very often as you never know who's reading this crap but this is priceless. I've been "recommended" by my manager for this rising talent programme (sort of like Young Talent Time with Johnny Young). What they are trying to do is promote networking and profile awareness amongst the next generation of future managers. Ha ha ha.

I had my first meeting with the other go getters from my group today. We had to pick a topic which we would work on together and present to the rising talent forum (sadly no Danny Minogue in my team). Big Brother informed us that if we did not participate it would be noted when we were all ranked against each other in the annual shit fight for promotion. I love it. Mix 8 parts ambitious guys & gals, 1 part carrot of promotion, mix and sit back and watch as they try and outdo each other.

Mental note to self - Must be even more incompetent at work so that I will never again be considered for this shit.

As I write this The Bigness is looking for fellow pacmen but I'm too fucked to respond.

I know you all used to sing along with Johnny as he waved goodbye and those snotty kids would say "Goodnight Austraya!"

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you,
Tomorrow I'll miss you;
Remember I'll always be true.
And then while I'm away,
I'll write home ev'ry day,
And I'll send all my loving to you.

I'll pretend that I'm kissing
The lips I am missing
And hope that my dreams will come true.
And then while I'm away,
I'll write home ev'ry day,
And I'll send all my loving to you.

All my loving I will send to you.
All my loving, darling I'll be true.