Friday, 29 July 2011

‘You know, a minute ago I was telling you your job must be the best one in the world. I mean, you were getting to take out three girls for the night. Now it’s only getting better: they’re actually offering to pay for your drinks,’ Suzanne said.

‘Come now, this is a one-off, it’s a once in a lifetime kind of thing. It probably won’t happen again any time soon. It’s not really part of my job.’

‘Ha, come off it, won’t it be the same again tomorrow?’

I didn’t answer that. I couldn’t. Mostly because it was true.

So now it's official. After the ironic end of a permanent vacation, the Gallery has signed me up for what seems to be the best job in town.

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