Increasigly I find myself wondering what goes on in the SGUK group. I seem to have developed this curiosity as to what lies on the inside of the impenetrable wall built around it. Like being young and always wondering what happens in the female changing rooms only to be dissapointed when the realisation dawns that it's just full of sweaty smelly people getting changed.
So once again I find myself hurtling towards another weekend. 1 more day of the wrench of forcing my eyes open to suffer the routine that is work.
So once again I find myself hurtling towards another weekend. 1 more day of the wrench of forcing my eyes open to suffer the routine that is work.