Thursday, 14 June 2007

Not Required

After four days of 16-hour shifts, in hot and wet weather; surrounded by loud, fat, brash, aging, incompetent “Gawd-damn” Americans; enduring tough, physical, monotonous work over-and-over again as a result of others’ incompetence; on a cramped, beaten-up, filthy, hazardous drill-ship packed with lizards and mosquitos; the second last thing you want is an email bonanza, one saying your mortgage for your recently-purchased flat has fallen through, and the other informing you that essential repairs to your bathroom will cost £8000.

The last thing you want, of course, is a 45-minute monologue, without pause, from a wobbling imbecile about the snake-gators he invented and the Herculean trials and tribulations of setting up business selling said items in China, at a loss, in great and intricate technical detail. Followed by a lecture on the possibilities of converting this “hunting accessory” into the lucrative gardening market as strimmer legshields, for Hispanics.


Simon said...

Glad to hear all's going well in EG, Niall.

Eileen said...

Ouch, Nev, ouch. You have my sympathy You really do.