You say tomato, I say get stuffed

Helena hugs herself with glee.

I’ve handed in my notice                                                                                                                                                                 Hip hip hip hooray                                                                                                                                                                              I’ve handed in my notice and I’m going out to play

To be more accurate, I handed in my notice at the end of January and am leaving this job 26th Feb.  Calloo, callay!  Not that I’m going to China, at least not right away, although when I get my CELTA at the end of March (fingers crossed) and assuming that the Chinese govt don’t insist on a degree like many countries do [no of course I haven’t checked] I could indeed push off in that direction as apparently there are huge numbers of doting parents who would like their only child to speak Proper English, or so say my Chinese colleagues.  But anyway, that’s not the point.  The point is, no more accounting.   Hee hee hee ha ha ha, no more month ends or dratted year ends!  No more blithering AUDITORS (apologies to any auditors.                                                                                                                                                                                                      No, I thought not.)

A chum is off to Australia for a little while, so tonight we are giving her a good send-off with an evening’s jollity at the Karaoke Box in Frith St.  Those who live in the vicinity will be relieved to hear that their rooms are sound-proofed.

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“Autopsy – The ultimate surgery operation”

They’re having a Family Event at the [splendid by the way] Hunterian Museum on Saturday 7th November.  According to the press release: “In 1793 John Hunter, the most famous surgeon of his day, collapsed and died after a stressful meeting.  Find out what killed him and the role that autopsy played in establishing his death”. 

Find out what killed him?  Isn’t it obvious?  He died after a stressful meeting.  I always knew meetings were bad for the health.  Nothing more likely to send the blood pressure soaring than losing a few hours of your life while some prize prannet witters on, especially when you have Work that needs doing and will have to be done  just as soon as you can get out of this torture chamber.  Is he never going to stop? Ah, at last, maybe now we can – oh no oh bollards – now someone’s taking issue with his “last point”.  Put a sock in it you silly woman, can’t someone stop her – the point is, you pillock, the whole point is that he doesn’t HAVE a point, he just likes the sound of his own voice.  Deep Sigh.  Now then, calming thoughts.  If the boardroom ceiling is 15 tiles wide and 28 tiles long and each tile is……

But I like the way they call it the ultimate surgery operation.  Let’s face it, you’ll never have another one after that.

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