This morning I am in Swansea. Its lovely weather for November, a bit cold but really sunny. I am in a hotel with a gym in it. There are many things wrong in here.
First of all I am in the coffee shop. The personal trainers from the gym are coming in for cake and coffee. They are mostly fat bastards. What are they training people for? Sumo Wrestling?
I am sat a short distance from a group of solicitors. On the face of things there is nothing wrong here but they are discussing a case they’ve been working on. Quite loudly. I really wouldn’t want this lot representing me, from the non-work based conversation going on it sounds like they are avid watchers of such mindless crap as “The Only Way is Essex” and “I’m a Celebrity Get Me Out Of here”.
When I get arrested somebody remind me to ask some very basic questions of my lawyers. I don’t care what qualifications you have or what cases you have won. Just don’t be a fan of shite “reality” tv or celebrity bollocks.
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