Interview went really well this morning, particularly at the point where, whilst describing my duties, she pipes up with "of course sometimes people won't want to give you information, which is when we employ certain tactics. Now, I don't want to use the word "illegal", but..." Essentially, I'd be paid £12 per hour to be sneaky and I've always wanted to whisper onimously down the phone "you'll never know...."
FINALLY getting my mop chopped next Tuesday, and will probably strip the colour out again because I'm royally fed up with being a bottle brunette. I'll probably strip it and then put a light brown in over the blonde. I'm sure you're all enthralled by this...
Quite looking forward to Exeter, although there are a certain couple of people I'd like to see and it doesn't really seem to be happening...am contemplating being more forceful but seeing as I rarely ever have to pursue anything I'm not sure what to do short of posting it on a blimp over Princesshay.
Am out tomorrow and the rest of the week but absolutely can't wait to watch my Versailles programme on tv tonight and get my arts and crafts on again. Probabaly going to book tickets to the proms tonight too, so along with Field Day, Ronnie Scotts, Whirly Gig and Hot Damn I am going to be an utter pauper next month. Might go sell some talcum powder on the mean streets of Lightwater.
Unedited shenanigans from Saturday -
Look at that big, sexy brain. Ha.
Quite seriously all the pavalova about what to wear friday is driving me insane. May go in jeans and a Garfield jumper. No joke.
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