Well....
When you get to the position that Chris and I are in, and complain and complain about how such idiotic people get good jobs something needs to be done!
And that something is searching people on Facebook who have jobs you want, and commenting on how they're not pretty enough to work for Conde Nast (that comment was mine) or searching "Harper Collins", reading one of their editorial assistant's blog and seeing that he can't even spell the word weird (Chris then calling him "big fat twat"). We're not bitter. No. Not in the least.
I'm now going to hang myself in the door frame.
Chris is scribbling on past tennant's evelopes saying "NOT AT THIS ADDRESS".
We're actually entering madness. I doubt we'll come out the other side.
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