Sinister: We love the winter

[Mr Smiley]

Bonjour,

    Wow!! Two posts! (memo: don't overuse exclamation marks). I'm becoming
really prolific now.
    Somebody told me at school today that Friday the 21st Jan 2000 is the
British National Day of Hugging. Apparently, at 12:15 in the p.m. we have to
turn to the person on our right, hug them and tell them that you love them
and they are a worthwhile person. Now, depending on your level of tweeness,
this is great of it makes you want to vomit. The fact that I'm at home at
12:15 on a Friday is neither here nor there. I don't even know if it's true,
someone could have just made it up to fulfil his secret fantasy of hugging
[insert name of your choice, in case I know any of you].
    My weeks have been going quicker, because now, rather than looking
forward to the weekend, I dread it more than any other day (even Tuesday).
This is because of my job. In case you care, my job involves getting up at
6:30 in the am, walking (or skiing, depending on the level of ice on the
pavement/sidewalk) to the smelly train station and getting on a train with
smelly people for 45 min, until I get to Sheffield. Once at Sheffield I buy
a Melody Maker and sit in the station waiting room for an hour. By then it's
about 9:00 in the am. Then I go shopping, or rather I stand in Virgin
Megastore because they once played a B&S song and they might just play
something other than Eiffel 65. At 9:31 in the am I arrive 1 minute late for
work. Work involves phoning up the abusive people of Sheffield and asking
them if their papers have been delivered. I feel really guilty. What if I've
got a little paperboy fired (the fact that all Sheffield paperboys are
arch-criminals is irrelevant).
    As for the Stars of Track and Field discussion, the best rugby player in
the world ever! I quickly learnt the rules. You run away from the ball, and
if someone throws it to you for God's sakes get rid off it before 7 people
dive on you and stand on your head. Er...that is who you play rugby isn't
it?
    Well, since you've had to listen to my life for far longer than I would
bother to read for, I'll be off now.

    Au Revoir,
    Mr Smiley


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