He drives a trash-can.

The terrorists have won. Their goal all along was to turn Britons into litterbugs by forcing the removal of the bins.

Australians are very well trained not to litter. You can tell the Australian in the middle of London by the crisp packet they've carried for a mile and a half rather than dropping.

(I fear I have been going native. I WAS DRIVEN TO IT.)

Compare the slogans: "Keep Australia Beautiful" versus ... "Keep Britain Tidy."

Shake it baby, c'mon, shake, shake it baby!

CV tarted up, forty-five jobs applied for, several pimp calls. CV put forward for job in Camden, no less. Yes, I'm suddenly unemployed again. Here's to six month probations with a one-week notice period! CV on request to dgerard at gmail dot com.

redcountess is off at Ikea Fucking Lakeside with _nicolai_. We figured we REALLY SHOULD get the remaining bits for the shelving, return the wrong desk parts (30% restocking fee if you've opened the box!*ka-ching*) and get the right ones. I will have to return this rather appalling work craptop and so need to set up my PC posthaste.

Arkady and I are off to B-Movie this evening, and Liz, Arkady and I to a party tomorrow. Arkady is probably no longer working for the Tube, so will require your *pint*ing assistance as well.