Pop on that new Lily Allen album (or alternatively some Hot Chip), sign up with a couple UK recruiting companies and apply for about 10 Mac support jobs with staggering salaries in London. Dreaming is part of the fun, you see. One that I signed up with today, Reed, is really impressive. Eight of the jobs I applied for were through them and you get to see how many other people have applied. One of them I was only the second person, another I was the 48th.
In other news, I picked up a book yesterday that I’ve wanted to read for ages and a good “so far” review from Pat sealed the deal. That book is The Picture of Dorian Gray. I’m a few chapters in and I’m enjoying rah-ther well. So dry, so Victorian. The issue I have has footnotes for references to places and things that, oh say the average American reader, wouldn’t know. Like “the Church”, “Stars and Garters” and “Whitechapel” and “innit”. Ok, I added that last one.
When I read the book, I just imagined the places and things I didn’t know or understand. I’m not any better off for it. But yes, very dry. Like sawdust and melba toast covered in cinnamon. Except when he talks about his jewel fetish.