for some reason the night before i jsut stayed up and was..well here a lot for some reason.
Didn;t have time to shave,shower or iron.
or find a tie.
Put on creased shirt, tried to cover it with my jacket.
Got on bike.
sped to work to get a tie i had in my draw.
Bike got crushed by backend of a no.73 bendy bus on euston road.
limped to my interview biek in hand.
Couldn;t find the fucking bulding.
finally walked in 40 mins late with the admission tutor and secretary bitching about me (understandably).
they abviously din't buy my bike story. "my bike got crushed by a no.73 bus".
"sigh..well you're here now. and from your file you onyl live 5 mins walk away. why did you bike it?"
I couldn;t say i went to get my a tie to cover my creased shirt.
apart from that the interview went really well.
i haven;t got a chance have i?