Another day, another session at the library. You can tell which librarian is on duty by the amount of conversation going on. Today is the scottish lady, who happens to be very strict about noise. God help anyone who turns the computer sound up.

The young man in the next cublicle answered the raucous mobile phone ringtone. "Aw right mate?... Yeah... Chillin' out in da library... Yeah... No... Wicked game wuzzn'it?... Played it on da wheel, man, well cool... (laugh)"

That was it. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted movement from the librarians desk. She was on the attack. I cast a glance at the youngster still chuckling at whatever his friend was telling him, and sadly he didn't notice. She veritably pounced on him. He sat in shocked awe and fear and nodded agreement without a response.

"Yeah mate, gotta go... Yeah.... No, coz' the library don't like phones... Talk to ya later mate..." He said, switching off his phone, logging off, and making a hasty exit before he received another mauling. A few minutes later the security guard strolled past and began chatting to her. Come on, people, this is a library, please keep the conversation down a bit....

Deal of the Week

Its time for another chat at the Job Centre. I've been requested to turn up on a certain date and time for an interview with New Deal. There are some people who would say that was an interview at the Joke Centre with Raw Deal. Perhaps, but it might get worse. The Conservatives are making unemployment a major selling point for the next election and clearly they've set their sights on people who claim Incapacity Benefit ("Can't work for health reasons", but I don't claim that seeing as I'm officially fit and healthy according to the claims advisor, as if I didn't already know)

I suspect this is going to hurt. No pain, no gain, I suppose, and seeing as a harder regime is looming on the horizon I don't have much choice. Wage slaves apply here.