Rather You Than Me

Last night was pretty quiet. I was watching a one-off drama on TV called Frankie Howerd: Rather You Than Me, about the life of the popular comedian. It was another one of the dramas about how the public persona masked a deeply tormented individual. It was quite good, I thought. I always thought Frankie Howerd was really funny.

Today was fairly uneventful at work, as usual. There was still the constant talk at my table at work. This time the guy was sounding off about how clothes make statements, the works of Kurt Vonnegut and the weekly fire-bell test (apparently the highlight of his week). At least it'll be the weekend soon.

By the way, I had a story I wrote printed in the on-line staff magazine at work.