I would love to work in Agent Provocateur, but they are only offering Christmas Temp positions. I suppose there is no point in giving up a secure job for one that probably won’t see me through next year :(
So I was collecting glasses in my work, and I walked over to a table of young guys who were there to watch the Open Mic. One of the guys - who had a fucking incredible moustache, the best I’ve ever seen - grabbed my arm and turned it round to read my tattoo. I despise this, because they don’t ask to see it, they just grab you as if this is a socially acceptable thing to do. I snatched my arm back and continued on my way to collect glasses at another table. But what I should have done is yank his fucking moustache to check if it was real or not. Maybe that is normal for him.
Doing a trial shift at Box tonight. It’s Open Mic night hosted by Ross Leighton from Fatherson and Callum Wiseman from Jocasta Sleeps, so I reckon it will be good entertainment as opposed to the typical middle-aged rock bands that grace the place.
Reading the book did not prepare me for that at all.
Although it happened over seventy years ago, it never fails to amaze me how such mass savagery befell the prisoners of war at the hands of their fellow human beings. Ironic, really, that it occurred in a seemingly civilized time where dress and social decorum were always at an impeccable standard. It just shows that no matter how much you dress up and have good manners in company, beneath it all humans can be as brutal and lacking in compassion as we would have been in more primitive times. Research has shown that it only takes about ten percent of a given population to have a certain belief before it becomes popular opinion, which would be a legitimate explanation for how Nazism reached general consensus in Germany.
It’s just so frightening how easy it is to make people believe that the world can be a better place through persecution and massacre.
Even more frightening that it could- and in some aspects, still does- happen today.
Someone asked me if I had bleached my teeth because they were looking really white. I said ‘No, everyone has been saying that. I think it’s just lightened from the sun’. They replied, laughing, ‘Wit, so you were lying down and just cheesing at the sky?’ Considering how drunk and happy I was in Leeds all last weekend, that was probably not a far-off reason.