The Ghost Writer had to spend
the day in his grey office on what started as a grey day doing an odd
assortment of things including a meeting with his boss which according to the
boss was only three and a half years overdue, it appears that it is normal to have
a bit of a chat with the boss once a year just to make sure everything is OK.
The Ghost Writer though is very part time and so tends to miss the boss quite a
lot and as the Ghost Writer is an IT man he skulks about in dark small spaces
as IT men (and Zombies) do, its traditional.
But every now and again someone from the national headquarters comes and
does a bit of an audit and spotted that the Ghost Writer had escaped scrutiny
for rather a long time, leading to his downfall and the meeting. He says he
also discovered that almost all the things he said he was going to do at the
last meeting he still has not done, but its OK because he is a very Cheap Ghost
Writer and IT man and at the end of the day you do get what you pay for (so any
bad typing and spelling is his fault)..
While on the
subject of the end of the day, after a day of grey and not perfect weather
particularly for us chaps stuck in the large glass and concrete angular
modernist designs (boxes) of the sixties that reflected the principle that if a
young child is given an interesting present in a plain cardboard box it will
play with the box, therefore I have this cunning idea for a school full of
children. I think it is why I make things out of cardboard to try and turn the
box into the interesting thing that should be in the box.
Hang on what
happened there I was saying . . . . . While on the subject of the end of the day,
after a day of grey and not perfect weather the sun has finally come out so
that we can watch it vanish over the horizon
. . . . . O what fun . . .. . .. Typical, I may go and hide in a box. .
. . . . HAH HAHAH HAH HA HAH HAH HAH ha hah ah ah hah ah ah hah ah ha ha hah ah
Ooooooo mum has just said IDIOT.
