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The only job you haven’t had yet is the one for which you are most suited: a Jacques Brel tribute act.
Oh no, I’d have to pretend to be serious. Unless I changed it all round to take the piss out of lovelorn tragedy at a slow tempo. Ring My Disco Brel maybe?
As long as I can get my organ in there somewhere.
A full time gig might put a little wind in your sail, at least for the time being. I hope you get it. And hope you’re healthy and well. We are in a state of suspended animation here.
Housekeeper at the rehab ?
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Opens occasions for additional business. As long as nobody drops in the hall …
Hello Exile! It’s really nice to hear from you. I do think about you often, being in the eye of the storm over there. I hope you and yours are coping, in every way. Your Great Leader isn’t helping things, I know. ANyway, please keep dropping by, I’m very glad to see your name pop up.
Good evening Mr Mago. Unfortunately, I won’t have access to the drugs cupboard :)
The current conditions have raised the specter of work over my once relaxed and carefree life…egads!!
Hayley and Harry remind me of the couples i knew back in the Wilderness Years, i remember watching a guy practically gnaw his fingers off waiting for his lady to come back with the brown, seems addicts love to pair up thinking it may help but usually it never works out that way… “I basically see people for what i can get out of them.” No truer words have been spoken (especially when it comes to the powders, rock, and pills.)
I’d have nicked that poster straight away… brilliant indeed.
I love not being at work! It’s not as though what I do is very rewarding or interesting.
I saw Harry briefly last night – very jittery and nervous. Oh dear…
And right on cue – Hayley asks me for another fiver!
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