I didn't wash today, I may not wash tomorrow either
I need not worry about the sock police, the fingernail inspectors, or any of the
comandantes of (personal) cleanliness.
Instead I get to sit here in my own filth with a beard like Gandalf and watch my fingers turn a lovely golden brown. It's very satisfying.
I only changed my shirt today because I got a whole load of last nights dinner down it. But I'm wearing this one tomorrow and maybe the day after too.
If I remember. (Pfft you'll be getting commemorative badges done no doubt-LMM)
I was also contacted about doing a radio interview yesterday for the BBC. But I'm not so sure. The overlords pass the time of day with the radio on. They wouldn't take kindly to me airing my opinions over the airwaves. But still nice to be asked. I haven't said no, I'm ruminating (whilst stroking my beard)
I haven't served a table in anger since last Thursday, thankfully this lot have been busy, this weeks Blog Carnival, THE ROUNDTABLE....
- Raging Server - No?
- Upset Waitress - Spitball
- Dine in or Take Out - Educate
- Bitter Waitress - Hostess
- Red Lobster Blog - Math(s)
- I Serve Idiots - Idiot (but bwahahahahaha)
- At Least Call Me Miss - Shirley
- El Vermino Boulevard - Popped
- Restaurant Gal - Funday
- Well Done Fillet - Leunam