So. Because I wish to stay here in sunny, um, Portsmouth, I've decided to get myself a summer job. The alternative is I sit at home for 3 months in Weston-Super-Mare begging my parents for money and this can't happen. Thus, drastic times call for drastic measures and I have been forced to take a job.....here.
Upon arriving hilarity ensued as I was sat down and told that I had shown up 2 hours early to the wrong Burger King. The girl who informed me of this was about a foot shorter than me which made me feel extra stupid.
On the way home I saw a crazy looking old man accross the street, I'm sure he was perfectly nice man, he was just dressed rather odd. There seems to be at least one of these men in every town I've been to, they wear anoraks or long tweed coats with a novelty hat and often have a small mane of hair that comes down to their shoulders, like they showed up to a Doctor Who audition in the seventies, got rejected and then, in an act of denial, never changed their clothes.
They look a little like Kim Newman of Sight & Sound & Empire magazine fame.
I don't feel so self consious about wearing a flat cap anymore.
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