I woke up this morning in good spirits after an interesting dream. Well, I say interesting, in actual fact I just liked the concept. My dream was that Eric Roberts was, for some reason, suddenly in charge of the dining hall where Stephen and I work. That was essentially it; we came into work, saw Eric Roberts eating a slap up meal, and then went home again. But imagine how amazing it would be to work with Eric Roberts.

Whenever I look at a picture of Eric Roberts I always get the unshakable impression that he has just finished a good meal. He just looks so immensely satisfied.



Anyway after waking up and getting dressed (always important!) I met up with Steve downstairs, and we set off to work. Whilst walking Stephen pointed out a car, some sort of Honda if I remember correctly, that was for sale. This amused me, as it reminded me of the kind of people who put everything down to the Recession.

“Oh look, selling their car, that’ll be the Recession, won’t be able to afford the upkeep”

“Burglary? Oh yes, that’s the Recession that is, people feeling the bite”

“See all these houses built with bricks? Recession will be the cause of that, look mortar holding them together and everything”

“Weather isn’t very nice today, all down to the Recession you know”

“Swine flu spreading? How could it not be, what with the Recession”

“People respiring oxygen? It’s all because of the economic climate”

And then we got to work.


At work Kas/Kaz (I’ll have to ask him about that) pushed me. I laughed about it, but inside I felt a deep hurt. He’s a scamp that one, a tyke.


In less than eight minutes we were done at work, and we began the journey home. On Valley Bridge Stephen pointed a ‘Limo Bus’ out to me. I’m not sure who thought that that would be a good idea, as it just looks like one of those vehicles that move people with special needs about, but darker. All I could imagine were people in wheelchairs rolling about in the darkness with their heads lolling, party hats slipping, and Basshunter playing in the background. A simultaneously amusing and saddening image.


In the town centre at the moment there is a ‘Continental Fair’ that has foods from every conceivable country that bothered to set up a stall. The area was bustling with holidaymakers and all the dregs of society. Eventually we managed to escape the worst of the crowd and emerge at the other side, or so we thought. Set apart from the rest of the stalls was one more, decorated gaily in red and yellow. In contrast to the other stalls, there were no customers whatsoever. Interested, me and Stephen decided to go make conversation.

Behind the stall were two men and a donkey. Both men had black moustaches, sombreros and ponchos. One man was called Estaban, and the other Pedro. We asked them why they hadn’t sold any of the nachos, burritos, enchiladas, or any of the rest of their delicious stock. In broken English they replied that they had no idea why, and it was quite annoying. I sympathetically agreed that it must be irritating not to sell any of their produce.

Estaban then turned to me and said “That is not the only annoying thing, we had to pay to get here from Mexico, and poor Pedro hasn’t been at all well, he has a sore throat and keeps coughing. It didn’t help that he had to go to the pig farm to fetch fresh pork for the burritos before we flew here”

I nodded sympathetically, and me and Stephen bought a few tacos to take home with us.


That evening we went to see the Wolverine film. It was pretty good, and is very similar to the real life story of David & Toastie Coates that I mentioned yesterday.

BYE!