Well I got the job! Oh yeah, not the respectable library work but being employed by a guy named Tony who pays me in cash. Yip that’s right I’m selling the EDP and the Evening News (and the North Norfolk News on Thursday!) on a street corner outside. But can I just say that it is the best job in the universe. They don’t even expect you to look busy, I was told to bring a book and a walk- man if I like. I sit for two and a half hours, giving out small change, get a toilet break, under an awning (so never wet), eating clove flavored sweets, just watching the fascinating case study that is Norwich unfold before me in all its fine and crippled glory. Or I read a book. Either way I am winner.
Like I made a new friend, his name is Stewart, he likes Bass Shandy from a can, the Canaries, he doesn’t live with his Mum, and likes to sing along to the radio he carries around with him. And then there is Billy who always scares me because he shows up behind me on a bike real quick like he just magically appears; he has only read one book and it took him about ten weeks. There are more people but I don’t understand the Norfolk accent enough, so there is just a lot of smiling and nodding.
I did learn something new, the Pink ‘un, not a gay newspaper but in fact sports pages – who knew? Also I learned that the second you put on a high visibility jacket (the florescent yellow ones with the reflective stripes) everyone immediately thinks you know where everything in the city is and asks you directions. It has gotten to the point I carry a map of the city with me. You would be amazed by the vast number of people constantly lost at any one point.
I should also say I had an awesome weekend going to three parties, two of which where fancy dress. And when I woke up this morning there is now a shopping trolley outside my house from Toy’s R Us which is pretty impressive. I also let some people borrow my lovely couch that looks like it should be from a house of ill-repute (that we bought from the madam Lesson himself) so it can be in a production in the Drama studio. Also took part in the big garden bird watch (3 sparrows, 1 blackbird, 2 blue tits, 1 dunnock and a fluffy cat that doesn’t like me.) And I’m working on Chris’ Valentines Day gift it is a painting of a bear, a corgi, and a suitcase in Devon. Shhh don’t tell him. Nothing says I love you like the gift of a grizzly, a fat dog, and luggage in the West Country.
That’s all for me over and out, around and through.
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Hurrah! You're here. Well, there. And working.
This is a development more in the style of your job-getting (good) that the fact that Chris might read the gift thing (bad - the surprise would be ruined).
I knew about the Pink 'Un - they do a Green 'Un in Sheffield and a they used to do one in Bolton called the Bolton Buff (If you don't know what colour buff is then too bad. Haha!)
Good to see you, and your Ren and Stimpy references and the fact your highschool nickname is one that very few English people will get; I only understand courtesy of an R.E.M. song.
Anyway, got to dash, I'm filthy and my hair looks like its dropped out the back of a combine harvester.
ah, norwich, sweet norwich. i always enjoyed just watching people there.
and clove-flavored sweets?? that sounds yummy.
shalom!
nika
Good to see the old sofa getting around, and can those clove flavoured sweets the same ones that we used to hand out a the hotel before they got mints instead?
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