This time two weeks ago I was having a ball (okay, a nine course tasting menu) at The French Laundry with K. Today I found myself working with a complete eeejit in a retail store. The great thing about folk like this though is they can often be inspirational. By the end of the shift I had come up with the following thoughts:
Is purgatory the new hell?
Is working in this establishment some elaborate form of self-destruction?
Is 'oblivion seeker' a recognised hobby?
On the upside, Andy has started doing his blog and, on my arrival home, K. had made some groovy crab cakes. Life can't be that bad then...
