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A Tale Of Two Celebrations


caldrail

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I woke up this morning in a sort of tired downbeat mood. Sort of like that monday feeling but delayed by two days for extra suffering. Wednesdays in Swindon are always greyer than normal. Don't know why, they just are. It's traditional.

 

You see, the thirteen weeks of my placement are coming to an end. I hate to admit it but I've actually enjoyed being there. Well, maybe not quite all the time, just enough of it to bring a tear to my cheek as I look back and remember my time as J's disciple. So inspired were we by his leadership, his sense of humour, his complete lack of respect to authority, and his general "What am I doing here?" attitude, that we left a big message scrawled on carboard and taped across his favourite baler. "WE LOVE YOU J" it said.

 

Now before you start thinking that working in a clothes shop has radically altered our sexuality and self image, I would like to point out that KS today made strong hints that his love life isn't over. And that from a guy who reckoned he was temporarily celibate. So to celebrate our last day under J's tutelage we headed down to the sandwich bar at lunch and got all nostalgic. To be honest, what I really wanted to do was get drunk, but...

 

Stupid Tax of the Week

The Chancellor of the Exchequer had announced in his latest budget that cider is going up in price. Oh brilliant. Does the government really think I'm going to apologise for my criticism of their cack-handed financial skulduggery? Not only have they made life more expensive for me, but now they want me to foot the bill for it too. Except... The second item of good news today is that the government might not be able to raise the price of duty on cider after all, because they're all so busy fighting for their political lives now the election date is set for May 6th. Woo-Hooo!!!!!!!

 

Stupid Repair of the Week

Today they fixed the air conditioning. So now the winter is over the heating has been turned on. "We want it at least twenty degrees all over the store" Proclaimed the management. More like twenty five to thirty. It was sweltering hot under that renovated fan. So hot in fact that I felt it important to my well-being to strip off and enjoy the summer-like heat.

 

Mrs T even popped her head around the corner in disbelief I'd done that. How she giggled. She was in such a good mood she even let KS play with his mobile phone. And she came past for another look. J saw me too and crept past in embarrasement. The Rampant Rabbit saw me but claimed he hadn't looked. And my boss enquired later that afternoon as to why I had my shirt on. Miss L had already gone home and was spared the psychological trauma of seeing me in the flesh.

 

Song of the Week

That old classic by The Eagles

 

On a dark Swindon highstreet

Cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of burgers

Rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance

The place to earn my pay

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

But I'd found the shop okay

 

There I stood in the doorway

I rang the outside bell

And I was thinking to myself

"This could be heaven or this could be hell"

Then a manager opened the side door

And he showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor

I thought I heard them say

 

Welcome to the lonely high street stockroom

Such a lovely place

Keep up the pace

Plenty of room in the racks of the lonely stockroom

Any time of year

You can find it here

 

The manageress is twisted

She got the Mercedes-Benz

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys

That she calls friends

How they dance in the shopfloor

In amongst the clothes

Some dance to remember

Some dance to forget

 

So I called the supervisor

"Please bring me my pay"

He said, "We haven't had any money here

Since 1968"

And still those voices are calling from far away

Wake you up in the middle of the day

Just to hear them say

 

Welcome to the lonely high street stockroom

Such a lovely place

Where we work in haste

They're living it upstairs in the darkened stockroom

What a nice surprise

Bring your alibis

 

They've just fixed the heating

At some outrageous price

And she said, "We are all just prisoners here

Of our own device"

And in the managers chambers

They gathered for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives

But they just can't kill the beast

 

Last thing I remember, I was

Running for the door

I had to find the passage back

To the place I was before

"Relax," said the night man

"We are programmed to unpack

You can check out any time you like

But you'll only get the sack!"

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