Was late for something yesterday and had to run through crowded town centre wearing a suit and tie. Must have looked a right beaut but smiling to myself the whole way as it's the closest I'll ever get to looking like one of the cops off the tv shows when I was a kid and in my head the tune off the professionals was playing loud and clear.
Sitting at my desk knowing that after next Tuesday I will NEVER have to listen to the gimp two rows away from me, who is the proud owner of the most annoying voice in western Europe.
*because I'm leaving. Not because I'm going to smash his vocal chords to pulp with a breeze block.