Who the hell is this professor?
Travelling 90 miles in a mates car to a disciplinary meeting i cant talk about, driveshaft snapped in middle of a busy roundabout, police attendance, friend has no money, phone drained via sat nav, 6 hour nightmare, £ 650 lighter into overdraft, £150 + VAT recovery, £30 taxi to meeting, £72 train ride home...we walked to the Plasterers and downed 5 pints..feeling a little more mellow now as i cook some tea..but fuck what a day.
Maybe not hell then. Just ChelmsfordThat isn't a day from hell - that's the screenplay from Falling Down, the film.
Well, it was a bit like it.
Would make a good book though. Fuck. And I thought being made to move rabbit hutches was a chore in my otherwise productive day.
Cheers, mate. I'll have one for you now.
Maybe not hell then. Just Chelmsford
Maybe not hell then. Just Chelmsford
I should add that I have no problem with Chelmsford, just the day itself, the waste of time and money etcMaybe not hell then. Just Chelmsford