These days I shamble through life waging political battles in the workplace. My sword is my work phone, my shield is my Out of Office. It's FMCG supply chain meets The Thick of It.
My return to London is no longer on the horizon. It is imminent. Goodbye Yorkshire, with your surprisingly lovely coffee shop.
I read in a cycle of trash then enriching. The trash part is kept under lock and key to preserve my self esteem. You'll always know the last bastion of grandiloquence I've perused, but I'll never tell you the name of the easy read I thumb through on my commute. I've got a persona to maintain!
I am incapable of withholding a joke. I am capable of an exceptional deadpan. This has lead to situations of dramatic awkwardness.