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In her latest rant from across the pond, Stacey Orth describes how bedbugs have driven her to the brink of complete despair.
The following is an excerpt from Brandon Christopher’s book ‘The Job Pirate: An Entertaining Tale of my Job-Hopping Journey in America’.
I went to London with trashy dreams, expecting to finally have the sexually free gay experience. I dated a drag queen one summer but it didn’t work out.
Not everyone who drinks wine has any idea what the fuck they’re drinking. I sell wine and these are the things that piss me off about the job.
I was verbally abused by a Tudor pedlar at the weekend. That is not a sentence I ever expected to write but I write it now in a fit of pique.
I am a bad server. A very bad server. And I do not enjoy my job at all. But I make money and I won’t be doing this forever.
For ten hours on a few Sundays I had the chance to sit and talk with Louis Tindle Dees. I normally found him enthralled in a thick book about Winston Churchill, watching the latest news, or working an intricate puzzle with pieces too numerous for me to even attempt at age 29. He had just turned 92 years old.
Viewing Renaissance art can be numbing. Let’s be honest, it can be boring. To some, it might even seem irrelevant. We’ve all taken some art history classes and/or sat through tiresome exams where we’ve crammed so many dates and names and mediums into our heads we’ve vomited oil on canvas for eight months straight.
The relevance of language is lost in the world of TEFL, stumbling as we do through archaic grammar and pointless structures that most English speakers don’t know let alone use. It is a language that is not in anyway applicable to the reality of daily life and, consequently, defeats the purpose of a language.
We hear from the author of ‘My Tindertainment’ a popular online tinder blog detailing one girl’s sexual encounters in the tinderverse.
The words “Great Canadian Beaver-Eating Contest” caught my eye. In another environment, this would have been too good to be true, but at Burning Man festival, where displays of public sex were common, it wasn’t a surprise. In the spirit of adventure, I decided to check it out.
Sarah and Michaels lives are becoming a misery. So they buy an elephant to take away the pain.
S.F. Wright takes a job in a CD store to stave off his parents’ worries, but quickly finds himself in a world of bureaucracy and “shrink”.
Writer, Joseph Meehan, spends a day with some of Oakland’s premier graffiti artists.
In a time before phone sex lines, Leah Mueller finds herself selling packages of potential lust to lonely American men.
I stand for a while with the glass in my hand, and then I throw it against the wall. Giving up alcohol is tough but I’m one day off four months sober.
Matt Micheli, fired from his job as a telemarketer, finds himself at a temping agency, seeking solace in the one industry that doesn’t care. Manual labour.
I may not have a stomach but I sure am hungry for life. 10 years and 27 surgeries later, this is my story.
An excerpt from Simon Mason’s “Too High Too Far Too Soon”, a revelatory rock ‘n’ roll memoir of a life of drugs, Britpop and spiralling drug addiction.
