It’s been a fair while since the bombshell news was announced during the weekend and so far the news has still been trickling down with random phones calls being taken with many congratulations. Nothing to do with moving, apparently I was selected as a winner in a special lucky dip. All I had to do was mail £5000 as a security deposit to receive the prize.

Methinks the spammers have gotten desperate.

But while this dialog of communication is open, perhaps an update of epic proportions is best as to what evil the LOL (yes, we can use acronyms here too) has been creating.

Work has been rather interesting this week, a sense of lull, mixed with Lemsip and euphoria has come in, where now it is at the point that consequences are out the window. You can say and practically do what you like without fear or reprisal, granted you wouldn’t drop your trousers and leave a brown present on your boss’s desk at this point, but all the while the one thing you have at the back of your head is:

What can they do? Sack me?

It’s a rather refreshing and joyous feeling to have, and to have it without the aid of hardcore drugs or indeed just standing up really fast is a nice bonus.

You start just goofing around, talking to various people without feeling guilty, saying even more what you want and basically it seems that if you just turn up every day, that’s all you have to do. No pressure to perform to anyone requirements, no more having to deal with people’s silliness if you don’t want to. Perhaps this is the feeling of what rich people feel all the time?

Wednesday was an interesting affair, as once again The Lord of Leisure was away from the current workplace, actually sorting out a fair few things for a change, taking some rubbish out, sexually provoking ladies of the day with banter, some of which you can hear on certain films with German plumbers.

But the real reason was to revise and finish off all the work that has been coming for the last 3 months. Yes, the end is near and frankly after next thursday, it will reach the point where you need a cigarette afterwards. It’s that good.

All this rush of good feeling surely is bad for your health? But then again, why not take it while it lasts?

It is rather gratifying to know that no matter what, it will be the last time visiting Wolverhampton University, yet another place where Darwin’s theory of evolution was challenged and defeated on a daily basis. Sorry, but the horror of seeing those monkeys on that stage on the night before Tukazon played has forever scared my head.

And speaking of horror scarring you for life, today I face an exam I am ill-prepared for, but ironically I may be saved by my gift for waffle. That life skill which allows you to talk to complete strangers without any frame of reference, first by starting on the weather as our way into the void of small talk before questioning whether or not badgers are suitable to work as barristers.

Though that one time it came in conversation, it must be said there was a fair amount of liquid consumed on licensed premises.

We shall see how it goes, but until The Lord returns, have fun kiddies and remember setting things on fire may look cool and is cool but may upset people. Don’t try this where you would get caught.