10th December

Oh my God. I am so tired. More tired than I should be after eight hour shifts on consecutive days. I'm an insult to Chilean miners and Sports Direct warehouse employees* everywhere. I'd spent something like 12 of those hours with someone from another shop, who I imagine is probably sick of the sight of me and my inability to do complicated stuff that needs to be done because I'm new. Anyway, I've pretty much crashed out now and there is too much tension in my neck.

Anyway, everyone else seems to have decided that Donald Trump is a terrible man now. Rather than several years ago, as they should have done. I'm getting pretty sick of social media now and resent having to have various accounts to keep up with people in the world. Perhaps I can just get rid of Twitter, that might be a start. Thank goodness I have a day off tomorrow. I will be going to Kingston and the delightful sweatbox that is The Fighting Cocks to watch Kris Roe play solo. He was the singer in a band called The Ataris who I used to dip in and out of back in the day, but who I never went to see live. He'll be playing songs from "So Long Astoria" which is a record I've grown fond of. I suspect I'll probably pop my head round the door of Banquet Records too.


*I would recommend reading The Guardian's expose on the matter this week. Rather interesting.