London Town

12 Tales from the City. On Monday evening I felt oh so special, I am the bravest office worker and survived the day! Guilt free at AM I called HR, ‘I am sick’. Carpe Diem. Duvet day! Bring it on! None of that dribbled boss tosh droning around my ear. The man is an idiotic straight white Kentish male, pure and simple, no wonder I suffered from chronic headlessness. He unnerves me, unfairly so. It is not my fault he is an ageing, unhappy in love gobshite indulging in guzzling behaviour at late night Soho drinking holes. I decided to celebrate with a little takeaway meal. I winked at the young Deliveroo delivery boy, Slavic in nature, that much shows, but the little cunt left me salivating by myself. Oh well, it was only Monday night.