Well, I had some sweet well-wishers but I didn't get the job. So I took some moody pictures of myself instead, like this one.
I've been writing reviews of restaurants in Birmingham in order to try and win a bottle of champagne. It occurred to me, for fuck's sake. My writing is far superior to any of the other hats who've sent in reviews, and I ought to be writing these things for someone who pays me. But anyway, I gleefully slated the ass of Bank. You either love it or hate it. I went for a waitressing audition there and got turned down, so need I say more. But LOOK. The HTML in my review hasn't worked, and they've X-ed out the word 'backsides.' Yes, I specifically used the word backsides so that they WOULDN'T edit it out.
Cunts.
"Pretentious and vastly over-rated. Bank restaurant is a square room with a soul-less atmosphere and an identity crisis in decor (linen napkins and floor-sweeping table cloths are juxtaposed with American diner-style hard red couches and crudely bright prints on the walls). The over-priced food is brought to you by waiters so uptight they might have poles up their **********. Everything on the table - cruet sets, bread baskets and of course glass and silverware have to be placed in an exact spot measured out by millimetre. The reason I know this is that I used the salt shaker, put it back down on the table, and the waiter came and moved it back a centimetre to where it ought to be. I can find no redeeming features to this restaurant, and I just don't think you should go there.
- Tuesday, April 18, 2006"
I've been writing reviews of restaurants in Birmingham in order to try and win a bottle of champagne. It occurred to me, for fuck's sake. My writing is far superior to any of the other hats who've sent in reviews, and I ought to be writing these things for someone who pays me. But anyway, I gleefully slated the ass of Bank. You either love it or hate it. I went for a waitressing audition there and got turned down, so need I say more. But LOOK. The HTML in my review hasn't worked, and they've X-ed out the word 'backsides.' Yes, I specifically used the word backsides so that they WOULDN'T edit it out.
Cunts.
"Pretentious and vastly over-rated. Bank restaurant is a square room with a soul-less atmosphere and an identity crisis in decor (linen napkins and floor-sweeping table cloths are juxtaposed with American diner-style hard red couches and crudely bright prints on the walls). The over-priced food is brought to you by waiters so uptight they might have poles up their **********. Everything on the table - cruet sets, bread baskets and of course glass and silverware have to be placed in an exact spot measured out by millimetre. The reason I know this is that I used the salt shaker, put it back down on the table, and the waiter came and moved it back a centimetre to where it ought to be. I can find no redeeming features to this restaurant, and I just don't think you should go there.
- Tuesday, April 18, 2006"
VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
Onto actors...Charles Wank. Tells you everything you need to know.
I really don't know, I think the basic idea is to deposit ourselves somewhere on broadstreet and take it from there. Believe it or not I've never actually been out up there in all the time I've lived round here!!
[Edited on Apr 21, 2006 9:21PM]