Monday, January 12, 2009

17.41 Nine Minutes Late
"Dear Sir
Why are my toes bleeding?"
The undeniably attention grabbing opening gambit from letter of complaint concerning the poor quality of the modern nail scissor.

"So, what are you up to this afternoon?"
"I'm taking a cows head to Burscough"
Some of the duties of some of my colleagues puzzle me, even after all this time.

"Just exactly how daft are you people? ...
... ... ... You could at least take the time out to make a professional looking e-mail ...
... ... ... and NOT this amateurish, Poorly Composed, Wrong Sized Font and Misspelled, Childish Junk!
Grow-up and get-a-life tossers! ...”

Extract from an email we initially assumed was directed at us from yet another disaffected consumer, so low is our collective self-esteem. Turned out we'd been cc'd into a rant against money laundering spammers.

Another day at the office.

Dying Is Fine - Ra Ra Riot
Modern Mystery - Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
This Mess We're In - PJ Harvey & Thom Yorke
Dance, Dance, Dance - Lykke Li


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