I’ve never really thought about where I’d be when my time was up. I suppose ideally I’d be sat on a porch with my doting, beautiful wife as our adoring grandchildren scampered around in front of us. Failing that at least living to the national age of expectancy and not being in too much...
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Don’t Call Us
Ah, job interviews. Two words guaranteed to turn even the most relaxed, confident person into a cliché spouting, sweating robot. While filling out yet another application form yesterday, my mind wandered to previous interviews and a particularly soul destroying experience. Not long after I first moved to London I was filled with big plans...
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