Good man. One thing. Most recruitment consultants (like estate agents) are ****ing ****ers. However, you seem a smart bloke, so you'll be fine. Just take them with a handful of salt
You know... more I think about it... more I'm considering sex change. Never buy your own drinks. Public bathrooms have sofas in them instead of graffiti about who to call for a good time (with an angry sod on the other end who tells you to **** off) You can treat everyone like crap for a whole week every month without consequences. You can have sex wherever, whenever, and with whomever you want at any time. Low on cash? You can just flash your boobs to get enough money till payday. You can drink piña coladas without looking too girly. I'm thinking more and more... maybe I should have a sex change or two.
DIY job? In fairness once you become a woman your garage bills go up drastically, you get paid less, have to learn to use an iron and you'll completely forget the offside rule (but probably appreciate players legs more)...anyway let me know when you're post op and I'll PM you my number
If anyone wants to meet lesbians they should follow me on the pull. Wherever I go it's the same for some reason: they just have no interest in men when I start to talk to them. Fanny scratchers.
Having said that, I'd love to cream pie that Jane Hill off BBC news. Surely she misses the odd pearl necklace?
No used to iron my own shirts but wife complained if I left iron out. (Often not enough time to let it cool down before work). To her an iron is something silly that isn't to be used and she is offended by its presence. Got fed up with her complaining so go into work wrinkled. Its America... a lot more casual workplace than UK so I can get away with it.
Mine says she doesn't believe in ironing. I tell her it's not some tall tale about ghosts I can and do, I couldn't leave the house in a ball of creases. #Corporateworldsucks
