Asking for my executive job back.
I've just had to catch a train to get home from the West Country as the missus has gone to her parents and i didn't fancy it.
I mean, a train. With poor people.
It's hot, smelly and full of old dears, noisy kids and foreigners. No champagne to be seen anywhere. It's a bloody disgrace.
I need a shower. Brrrrr. Shiver.