Blood, Sweat & Tea, page 9 by Tom Reynolds
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stop working). Since our insurance has a £5000 excess it'll mean a lot more money going to vehicle maintenance.
Should be fun, but I can't see management ever letting me drive one... I estimate if I can squeeze through gaps by driving until I hear the crunch...
While I thought that parking to allow the tail lifts space would be a big problem, our biggest problem would turn out to be the regular breaking down of the lifts.
My (So-Called) Exciting Life
I had my hair cut today, which has become a weighty decision in my mind. It goes something like this...
(a) Do I get a crop or not? If I get a crop I'll look like I've just been released from a concentration camp, if I don't then I'll look like a paedophile.
(b) Will my mum like it? If not then I'll have to put up with 3weeks worth of moaning about how terrible I look.
(c) Will this cut enhance my ability to attract members of the opposite sex? To be honest, no haircut has ever done this but I live in hope.
(d) If I go to my local hairdressers will I get the trainee ...and if I do will it be possible to get a refund?
Anyway, I went in and got a 'short-back-and-sides' and rather unfortunately I'm deaf as a post when I'm not wearing my glasses (for those who have 20/20 vision, you don't wear your glasses when getting a haircut). So when the whole place erupted in fits of laughter I didn't know if it was because of a rapidly growing bald-spot.
(Still while I can't see it, it doesn't exist.)
The best I can say is that I'm not having to brush my hair out my eyes with a pair of gloves covered in someone else's vomit.
Which is nice...
Bloody Cat...
I'm sitting here single on station (you need two people to man an ambulance, and if you haven't got anyone to work with you are 'single' and therefore unable to work. However you need to stay on station in case they find someone else in London who is single. In that case you find yourself trekking across London to work in a pl