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Laurence Rivers
Commuter Hell
Commuter hell. They were supposed to be on strike. I have sunk the best part of a bottle of whiskey in anticipation for travel chaos leading to a day in bed eating toast.
I’m sooo tired
I look beside me at the 24 foot table replete with 350 identically polished glasses arranged in neat diamond-like rows. Boring? This is events catering.
Anonymous Hotel Work
Today I am at a famous London hotel. All complete bollocks as I stare into the abyss of the staff changing room, with the smell of BO and shoe polish all too prevalent.
Drunk: Faecal Adventures on Public Transport
Laurence’s drunk adventures on London public transport turns messy as he and his underpants are left in a compromising predicament.
