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I was going through my documents and deleting some of the shit when I stumbled upon the following post from a very early Blog I used to write on Myspace. I deleted all the entries from that particular blog in a fit of stupidity. Scraps of it survive, some of the Singapore stuff survives, as I've shown you before, but this is the last bit of it from when I was working in Gamestation and is dated from 28/09/2006, enjoy:

Today was the last day I shall ever work for Gamestation!! Hooray!! I have decided to take tomorrow off as I would only be losing thirty six quid and I can’t face another day in that fucking place. When I arrived this morning there was a little standing around as all the senior staff were away, Jo was recovering from some unexplained illness, Dawn was away, again with little explanation. So the warehouse was given over to Dennis, Monkey Boy and Steve the Fat Bullfrog. It wasn't so much the lunatics taking over the asylum as the monkeys taking over the zoo. I also saw blood on the toilet seat this morning, so the whole thing threatened to turn into The Lord of the Flies. I can just imagine all the staff stripped to the waist, covered in war paint, with Rob wielding the Conch and Monkey Boy running about with a Pigs head

I had no pen so I stole Vin’s pen, when I had finished at five I hid it, just to give me some amusement in my absence. How did I know it was Vin’s pen? It had written upon it: ‘Vin’s pen. Hail Satan.’

A source close to me was working with Dennis for the afternoon and the conversation came up about films and favourite films. Dennis’ top five films consists of the first four Rocky movies. He wasn't keen on the fifth in the series, my source tells me. I wondered what order he put this top four in? Does he think four is better than two? Is Ivan Drago a better opponent than Clubber Lang, say, from three? The mind boggles.

I walked past were Mark was working on the scanning computers about five. If you remember that Simpsons where Homer gets really fat to take time off work and ends up using a computer at home. Well, he increases productivity by using a wooden woodpecker on a spring to tap the key. Mark appeared to be doing the same, although it was with a Headknocker Beavis (from Beavis and Butthead) doll. He was mashing the keyboard for all he was worth with the model when I passed by. The Irony was probably lost on him though.

The bus journey home was terrible. I was victimised by a four year old in a pram (what the fuck was she doing in a fucking pram at that age?) who insisted that she put her mother’s bus ticket in my pocket. Her mother screaming at her, the only way a Chav mother can ‘Stop it (Insert Generic Chav Name: Britney, Jade, Chardonnay etc.), I’ll smack you if you don’t stop.’ Whilst texting various people on her mobile phone. The fucking cunts. As I said in an earlier entry, I really believe there should be some sort of IQ test for anyone who wants to breed.