Sunday lunchtime - my last chance to fire off that last extra job application before I get my nose rubbed in it first thing monday morning at the Job Centre. I've already run into file version snags but with my usual ingenuity and cursing I got around that obstacle. Yours faithfully... Press send.... There it goes, never to be seen again. Welcome to my life.

As it happens today isn't a spectacularly good day. The sky is a featureless dark grey, the rain intermittent if not quite heavy. There's an odd sort of warmth as well, a combination we don't usually get in England. Getting home dry is now impossible. If the rain doesn't dampen my spirit, the sweat will. I'm sat here in the overly warm library literally dripping. There's an odd atmosphere in here today. Sort of like a spaghetti-western saloon without the piano player. Welcome to the Last Chance Library. "What'll it be, son?" Gimme a book, Librarian.... No, I'll take the whole shelf.

To add to my misery, an old bloke in the next cubicle is making silly noises and humming to himself. It's like listening to a geriatric rap record stuck on replay. In fairness the old folk aren't all bad. There's a lady who's just sat down at her PC, and although her IT skills are sharp enough to let her log on on without two hours of impromptu instruction from a librarian, she's only discovered the volume control for the first time. half the library rush to her aid and stop the errant PC from playing loud beeping noises all the time. Who said chivalry was dead?

Now the old guy has left and a young asian lad sits down. He's not using his mobile! Poor lad, he must be so bereft of social contact. In fact, I notice little signs have sprouted around the cubicles telling us to be considerate and not use our mobiles. But no matter. He consoles himself with a bag of crisps and noisily chews his way through them, wiping his salty hands on his hair as he finishes....

There goes the chimes of the town hall clock. Time then to wind up my session and set about going home and relax before the gunfight at the O.K. Job Centre tomorrow.