I'm not entirely sure what I'm looking at.
And so, like a fast-tracked graduate trainee about to start the real job, all the attention was suddenly switched off, and we were ignored for the next four hours.
But I kept the mallet because there’s probably some science on it that can link me with the scene of the crime.
Have you noticed, that there’s a delicious irony at play here? That his is a weak mind, over which he holds dominion, whereas mine is strong, and is the master of the body in which it resides.
Imagine that prick coming down the corridor at you with a syringe full of something.
Yes, the secret of success and self-improvement, is to undermine your mind.
It means that they have secured ownership of my adverts for £500 less than it cost me to have them made.
I suppose that in part is because we are all practiced at thinking of ourselves in terms of living in a film, instead of framing our lives as a theatre director would.
There must be a breed of humanoid with a higher percentage of Neanderthal in it, that cannot perceive of personal failure.
It’s a funny idea isn’t it, negotiating your way out of a relationship? Who wouldn’t, when they learned that their partner was going cold, not be pleased to learn the truth so that they could skedaddle before it got any worse? I would for sure.
The man in front of me was giftedly ignorant, the man behind me, very adept at pointing out perceived anti-social behaviour; me in the middle, useless at both.
