Being 42

Thursday 9th February 2012, 7.35am (day 168)

Well, here we all are on the early morning cattle truck, pulling into a freezing cold, damp station (voted one of the 10 worst in the country a couple of years ago), and probably all off, like I was, to do something that our employer has decided is terribly important but almost certainly isn’t.

No wonder everyone’s face was like this. Damn sure mine was.