First match of the new year and I'm primed. It gets better and better. It's going to start at 11am which at least means a decent night's snooze rather than waking up at some unearthly hour to go far into the banlieue.
There's trouble at the radio station with the management wanting to sack more or less one in five of the staff.
I've resorted to quoting bits out of Hamlet. It seemed apt and tied in with the Galgenhumor needed at times like this.
I said to the missus that someone ought to go round the building dressed as the Grim Reaper.
Now that's what I'd call funny.
Probably not a good idea. Best to get the fear and trepidation out of the system by running around on a football field.
Must remember no aimless kicking out: that's for management at the radio station.