Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Bookie nights

There's a party at our borough's flagship library this Friday night; for some reason no one wants to go. Even my old buddy Camel reckons he's got better things to do (things like lay laminated flooring, Camel has unfortunately grown up recently, a great loss etc.). The girls at my work would rather be at the pub! There's going to be a disco; and of course better still, everyone is going to be bitching about the 'restructuring'; People who are losing their jobs after thirty/forty years in the library service, people who are desperate to gain promotion through other people's downfalls (and a little arse-licking goes a long way in this borough) people like me who would lose their jobs if anyone else ever realised we existed, people who hope new jobs are going to be invented for them because they're not happy about their demotion. Hopefully the mayor and the big boss will be floating around trying to disguise their awkwardness about all the people they've stabbed in the back; a bit like that dinner when Macbeth first sees Banquo's ghost.
...the time has been, That when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end; but now, they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools... (III, iv)
Plus a disco! What more could you want?

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