Sunday, 6 February 2011

London

My supervisor seems like a really decent guy. A massive New Yorker called Joe. Shaking his hand makes me feel like I have lady fingers. He nicely changed the name on my postbox downstairs after I'd moved in.
Unfortunately I think he may have been a little distracted when he wrote down my name.


If he was going for a place, he could have at least put the country of my surname.

I'd change it, but I rather like it. Makes me laugh anyway.

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