fluttering tickets
oh dear:
today's become classified.
(i only get to write about the dull stuff innit).
had a good morning doing something exciting i'm not at liberty to discuss now.
but will when i can.
had lunch on my own at SH.
table for 1
had a really annoying appeal hearing for a parking ticket i was given even though i had paid for a parking ticket.
got given the rules on entering the building: 'you will refer to the adjudicating lawyer as sir or madam at all times. the shaking of hands is inappropriate'.
and met the grey man: the adjudicating lawyer who had grey hair, was wearing a grey suit and had grey skin.
he said, 'i've been doing this same job for 16 years...'
i muttered, 'poor bastard'.
and he continued, '...and i can tell you this is a very common problem: in fact we even have a term for it: "fluttering tickets"'
the appeal went against me and in favour of bastard westminster council.
the bank called to say someone's cloned my debit card.
and i have forgotten the pin for the only of my creditcards that was working in the parking meter when i was trying to park for the parking appeal hearing.
bring forth the weekend.
good shit round ze corner...just got to get there.
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