JC no like speed and efficiency

So as I blogged yesterday, I went down to London for an interview today. I met up with the luscious Paul, the ever-immaculately groomed Yuki-chan and the delectable Stephen Jones for some J-food. As ever the table talk turned to smut.

After some lovely ten-don, I went for my interview at the NUS and thought it all went rather well - if I do say so myself. I then made a mad dash for the train back to Paddington to catch the last 'cheap' train I could, although it turned out that the train didn't actually exist as I had been led to believe, and I had to pay a surcharge. This was after sacrificing the joy of lugging home another whole roast duck for my parents.

So anyway, I get on the train and I get rejected somewhere between Newbury and Castle Cary; by dialing 123 - you have reached the 3 answer service...

As I said, JC no like all this speed and efficiency marlarky.