Tuesday 18 September 2007

LL in the lift, a look of saintly suffering on his face.

'Going to lunch?' I said. You have to pretend you like your colleagues at least.

'Too busy,' he said grandly. 'Just grabbing a sandwich.'

I couldn't resist it. 'Need to borrow a fiver?'

'That's neither funny nor original,' he snapped.

Oh dear.

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