Thursday, 12 February 2009


Adam visits a new bar in Leeds with a barely readable name that panders to the whims of the
most despicable thundercunts in town. Ordering the gourmet burger for the price of a night out,
he chooses to eat only 8 chunky chips and leave the rest. Subsequently he drinks 7 pints of cider
to smell as much like a homeless piss head as he looks like one.
Reviewing the creative work for an important pitch, Adam blunders through repeating word for
word what his creative groups head’s have already said. And internally prays that he can have
another holiday whilst the pitch is on.
For the rest of the afternoon Adam scours e-bay for the most obscure shirt he can find. He settles
for one made out of Yak’s hair and Cambodian schoolgirls pubes.