It's Friday. This means nothing.
Before the influx of job interviews arrive I'm going to go and get my hair cut to tidy myself up a bit and to stop myself from looking like a fat Vic Reeves.
I'm going to use my bicycle to get to the barbers. Not for the exercise but because petrol has become quite expensive for the unemployed.
What a complete waste of time that was. Due to the fact that my bicycle has not seen daylight for a few months both tyres are flat. After using the car, I arrived to find that he is full and can't fit me in for a haircut until Tuesday.
A waste of time, a waste of petrol and I'm still left looking like a well fed monkey with a shaved face.
Think I'll go to the pub.
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