Jeremy Mansfield And The Dreaded Dictaphone Dilemma

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As part of The Ongoing Saga Of Finding A Job And Getting A Life, I'm being jerked around about the competitor title to my former one (where I played Copy Editor, General Dogsbody, Fountain Of Useless Celebrity Knowledge & Soapie Gossip Know-it-all) of People magazine. All of which is a long-winded way of saying I'm looking for a job cos my old one

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Ja, why is that - people who try to be funny (especially Sefricans and Americans) are embarrassingly not. Like the Velutinous Phnar.

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Pudding that's hilarious. I almost choked on my muesli (net vir jou skatterpillar).

[pink_eyed_munro]

It sounds a lot like the boss was giving you interviews that wouldn't happen just to test your reactions to shame and exasperation. Either that or he's incompetent. Be sure it's the former, rather than the latter, because you don't want your life to be one big dilbert strip (granted, with more celebrities)

Aside: I swear the Taiwanese truck driver outside my window is yelling 'Oh kak' repeatedly.

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Yup, there were tests alplenty. Looks like the jeremy Mansfield story won't even go to print. Grrrrrr. And it cost me R750 cos' I was talking on my cellphone and not paying attention, hit the kerb, and bang, one new tire later, and I'm 750 smakeroonies down the flusherooney. Oh kak indeed!

[pink_eyed_munro]

Ah, the perils of vehicle ownership. Why didn't you just take the MRT? :P

Terribly annoying about the article though. Sigh...

[pull_the_lever]

MRT? Oh you must mean the Morons Ride Taxis...