As I mentioned in my previous entry which chronicled my glorious return I'm back in England after a lengthy stay overseas. Much as I missed the place I'm annoyed to find my predictions about smoking laws to have done EXACTLY what I thought they would: sod all but inconvenience everyone.
It isn't that they don't actually WORK. Oh certainly everyone respectfully leaves the building to parade up and down the pavement happily congregating under one large golf umbrella, but the thing that I knew would happen, and has, is that the non-smoker in any given group will be left at the table to safeguard everyone elses pint with their head rested on a soggy beermat in sheer boredom. I have never smoked in my life, ergo this person is me. It's reached the point where I've been forced into carrying a book or magazine everywhere with me and asking people to leave their stuff in my eye-view on their seats just so I don't look like a bag woman with an incredible alcohol consumption issue. Thankfully the first signs of Spring are beginning to touch these green and pleasant lands, and with the onset of Summer I can expect far more hanging around out of doors, given that our past two have been glorious. Beer gardens FTW!
On an unrelated note I've begun to search for a job, because my social life has escalated insanely since I did my debut, or rather my re-debut. As a result I need some form of income else I'll just go back into the wardrobe and become the social leper I found myself as for the past two years. Aside from anything else I could do with finding it fast, because I do my return to Denmark to pick up my stuff over Easter, hit Spain some time in early Summer, and am more than likely hitting the US around then too. Temping jobs seem the most likely quick solution but frankly I'm hoping to grab anything that's willing to play ball.
Fun Felidae Fact: "I have just read through this entry and realised it's one of the most boring I've ever posted, concerning as it does anti-smoking laws and joblessness with no hint of scandal whatsoever. So to make up for it I include another picture of me, asleep, looking fairly awful, with Mr. Boyce obviously showing off."
It isn't that they don't actually WORK. Oh certainly everyone respectfully leaves the building to parade up and down the pavement happily congregating under one large golf umbrella, but the thing that I knew would happen, and has, is that the non-smoker in any given group will be left at the table to safeguard everyone elses pint with their head rested on a soggy beermat in sheer boredom. I have never smoked in my life, ergo this person is me. It's reached the point where I've been forced into carrying a book or magazine everywhere with me and asking people to leave their stuff in my eye-view on their seats just so I don't look like a bag woman with an incredible alcohol consumption issue. Thankfully the first signs of Spring are beginning to touch these green and pleasant lands, and with the onset of Summer I can expect far more hanging around out of doors, given that our past two have been glorious. Beer gardens FTW!
On an unrelated note I've begun to search for a job, because my social life has escalated insanely since I did my debut, or rather my re-debut. As a result I need some form of income else I'll just go back into the wardrobe and become the social leper I found myself as for the past two years. Aside from anything else I could do with finding it fast, because I do my return to Denmark to pick up my stuff over Easter, hit Spain some time in early Summer, and am more than likely hitting the US around then too. Temping jobs seem the most likely quick solution but frankly I'm hoping to grab anything that's willing to play ball.
Fun Felidae Fact: "I have just read through this entry and realised it's one of the most boring I've ever posted, concerning as it does anti-smoking laws and joblessness with no hint of scandal whatsoever. So to make up for it I include another picture of me, asleep, looking fairly awful, with Mr. Boyce obviously showing off."