Tuesday, July 27, 2010

An hilarious anachronism I often pass on my way to eat lunch in the park.

My selective memory typically selects for Good, and so often when I’m alone in my office all day I grieve for my time in the service industry when it was all merrymaking with a troupe of brilliant, hilarious, crass, earnest bohemian types and shifts were spent spitballing and scatting and laugh-crying and what customers?

Mostly though, I am fine to eat lunch alone with a book. When you drink lunch alone, the company’s always good, as they say.

1 comment:

  1. Maybe it's British?? An 'ouse of prayer, eh, mate?