Ooh...

... I have an interview in a posh hotel in London on Wednesday. Can't say Im looking forward to it! Not 'cos I don't want the job ( I really do!) just 'cos I'm shite at, and subsequently hate, interviews. The Head Gardener I spoke to on the phone also has a very strong Irish accent and I hate having to ask people to repeat themselves - I feel like such a spanner!

Also I have to get the bus down. 9 hours of people sitting too close to me and touching me and shit and (knowing my luck) there's gonna be a vomity child involved somewhere.

Just recovered from a major bout of cold/flu? Dunno what it was but I did not like. Means I haven't partaken in anywhere near as much boozing as I should have - probably good for my liver but shite nonetheless.

Rite - food shopping calls so im off to buy things for sandwiches. Pastrami *drool*