The Boys in the Backroom

2005-02-14 at 11:27 p.m.

I am slightly worried about my dad, who I just heard come out of the toilet shouting "Billie Holliday!" which I think you'll agree is a rather strange thing to say, apropos of nothing, when emerging from the wc.

Today I have been to the ever-delightful Jobcentre. The sight of its cheap, tiled carpets covered in black chewing-gum, pock-marked walls and depressed and stagnant customers is truly a sight to lift the spirits. Anyway, I saw my adviser - who fortunately did not care that I was two-and-a-half hours late for my appointment. He's offered to delay my entrance onto the "voluntary work option" (option my arse - this thing is compulsory) of the New Deal, while I hope for Love & Tate to rescue me with a job.

Afterwards I went to the library. Which was a depressing visit as The Powers That Be in the council seem to have decided that what the population of Tower Hamlets really needs is...romance novels! They have a weeny collection of real books, horror, sci-fi and fantasy, but frankly not a lot of any, and they rarely if ever seem to buy new ones. You'd think perhaps this was a provincial library, but no it is the main one for the borough.

Anyway, back to college this week, though fortunately it is "review week" so we don't actually need to think. Which will be good.

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