Having said that...

Having posted one of the most self-pitying blog entries for a while, I have to say, there are SOME perks to my job. Like being chauffeur-driven through the streets of Central London in a flash car with leather seats and (get this!) motion sensors to say if you're getting to near the cars in front or behind. Needless to say they went off a lot.

Also very amusing when one of the people on the intercom forgot to switch of their mic when speaking on a phone - the following snippet was heard quite clearly:

"Fuck You you fuck...."

"Oh yeah? Your mum...."

Marvellous entertainment.