My Final Essay

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So school is over, eventually I'll do a more detailed post reflecting upon my past two years returning to education. But in the meantime I thought you might like to see a few select paragraphs from my final essay. It's the evaluation essay where you evaluate your skills as a director, and how you felt you achieved the goals you were set at the beginning of the year. I got an A for all my school work, including this essay. Even though I occasionally went slightly off topic. After giving myself a very honest evaluation, (I am my own worst critic, I tore everything I did to shreds.) I also decided to evaluate the course itself, as well as a couple of my class mates.  

Here are a few of the highlights from my final essay:

When it came to an assessment that the whole class had to do, I believe I am one of only THREE people to actually make the film. I am referring to “Induction Day.” This was a camera class assessment which a script was already written, the assignment was to make a 3 minute video promoting the college. The script was already written but you could interpret it in anyway you wished. Giving the class a real chance to do something unique and creative. I was very happy with this assignment and curious to see how my classmates would interpret the script.

I chose to do "Robins Induction Day.” Using the characters from Batman & Robin. I adapted the script slightly, but made sure to keep all the relevant information in it. I spent a great deal of time and effort on this short film and was looking forward to seeing what my classmates had come up with. After I had finished my film, I was incredibly disappointed and slightly angry to learn that apparently you didn’t actually have to MAKE the film. All that was needed was the filmed shots on a disc for assessment. I think this is ridiculous! What is the point in being in this course if you are not going to actually MAKE SOMETHING!

I was very disappointed in the majority of students on this course who did not make the most of this opportunity to try and turn something slightly dull, into something interesting and entertaining. However given the attitude of some of the students on this course, I am hardly surprised.

I am led to believe that the three minute wonder and pet hate projects that both classes were tasked with, don’t actually matter. I understand that some students have simply not made them. 

And I find this a disgrace! 

Why are these people allowed to be in the course? They did not do the work, they do not deserve to be here! In my role as a director if a crew member was not performing to an acceptable level then they would no longer be on my crew. It is for this reason that I refuse to work with one of my classmates. (It is also down to the fact that this particular person, is a MORON!) I believe the same rules should be applied to this course. If people do not meet deadlines then they should fail. 

Simple as. 

Obviously there are exceptions to this rule, sometimes people do have genuine reasons for not being able to hand in work, but I highly doubt that is the case with several people who have been on this course.

The production crew we were assigned at the beginning of the second year quickly became useless. I was put in a team with Scott, Robert, and Ian. Scott and I got on very well and were always willing to help each other out where necessary. Robert was frequently absent from class and sadly Ian refused to work with Scott. After I was unable to help Ian out on a couple of dates, he then did not want to work with me and ignored my offers of assistance.

My crew quickly became, myself, Scott and anyone else who was available, in particular Stephen and Struan. The three of them have been invaluable to me this year, without their help my final projects would have looked very, very different.

Overall I feel I have a project that I can be proud of, it’s not the film I originally wanted to make, but it is a film, and it’s a film that most people seem to enjoy so far. 

I have watched every scene approximately 300 times so I hate it. I can see every continuity error, every scene that was meant to lead to something which ultimately got deleted.

Sadly I spent too much time on my other projects this year, I was unaware that the other projects were not being assessed, had I known this then I would have started work on this film the very day we returned as opposed to much later in the academic year. Several students on this course have not put in the effort that I have this year, with a couple of them only having made ONE film this year. In some cases I'm sure it will be a good film, but it hardly seems fair that I have made FIVE films this year, and they have only made one, and we will walk away with the same qualification. If I was a director on a television or film set, and a crew member was not doing the same amount of work as everyone else, and not meeting deadlines, then that crew member would no longer be on my crew. Sadly the same cannot be said for a large amount of students at THE FURTHER EDUCATIONAL INSTITUTE I ATTENDED.

So as this essay, and the course draws to a close, I am overall happy with the projects I have been a part of. I am grateful to THE FURTHER EDUCATIONAL INSTITUTE I ATTENDED to have let me play with camera's for a couple of years. And I am also very grateful for several of my classmates who have made some fantastic films and I am very proud that I have helped in some small way in some of them. Every project I have helped with has been vastly superior to mine, but as I said, I am my own worst critic.

I only wish I knew at the beginning of the year what I knew now, and my final project I believe would have been of a much higher caliber. But you live and learn.

 

 

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Stevo Has NOT Bought My Book!

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The title of this post is pretty self explanatory. But in case you're a total mong, please see the lovely little comic strip below.

My friend Stevo has not bought my book.

This is completely UNACCEPTABLE!

HOW DARE YOU STEVO!!

Dear reader, I was as shocked as you when I heard the news. How dare this man, a friend no less, a good friend, how dare he NOT buy my book!

This is a disgrace. My book is only £5! Plus I'm super skinto.

So dear reader, it is up to you. You must convince him of the awesome work of literary genius that my book is.

If you know Stevo, then I strongly advise you to hurl some abuse at him the next time you see him.

If you don't know Stevo, CLICK HERE for a link to his facebook page, where you can learn a little bit about him and leave a comment on his wall if you like. 

If you happened to see him in the street, then please feel free to approach him and shout profanities at him until he relents and purchases, the book recently described as,

"Poorly written, but hilarious."

How can you argue with that?

You can also read some of the fantastic reviews HERE, and there are some more HERE. 

It's only a fiver, plus it's now also available as a download, sadly not on the i-bookstore yet, but maybe one day. 

You should also be aware that anyone who has purchased Fifty Envelopes, and written a nice review about it, will automatically receive a discount on my next book, The Wedding Blogger. Which will hopefully be out soon.

So to conclude this post, Stevo I must say that I am ashamed of you! And to think, we once played Cloverfield together.

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Please be aware that if you offer to lend my book to anyone in an attempt to stop them from buying it, and hence losing me a sale, you're a cunt. Simple as. Sorry, I don't make the rules.

30 Day Challenge Day 19: A picture and a letter.

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A picture and a letter? Well regular readers should know I am pretty good at writing letters.  I have decided against a shameless plug for MY BOOK. Instead I have opted to give you a letter I wrote last August, to Lothian Buses. This was written whilst I was working at Tapas Towers for the festival in August 2010. Regular readers will remember this is not the first time I've had problems with a bus company.

Dear Lothian Buses,

Good day. I hope this letter finds you well and you are enjoying the Festival atmosphere in Edinburgh. I am sorry to say I am not writing just to say that.

I am highly annoyed with one of your drivers.
I am in Edinburgh working for the festival. I had just finished a 13 hour shift, during which time I only had time to eat half a sandwich, and not a very good sandwich either.
I finished work at 10:30pm and was starving. Knowing I didn't have any food in the house I opted for a Macdonalds. Not something I usually do but I was hungry and it is quick.


I did not want to sit in the restaurant at that time of night with all the drunkards, so I got my meal to take away so I could take it home and eat in some peace in front of the tv.

The number 22 bus to ocean terminal arrived at Princes Street stop opposite The Balmoral Hotel at 22:45. I boarded, but I was told by the driver I was not allowed on board with take away food.

Why?

I was not planning on eating on board the bus. I was clearly not intoxicated, or under the influence of any illegal substances. I had just had a very long day and wanted to go home and eat my crappy cheeseburger. I have taken food on board your bus's before and this has never been a problem.

Just yesterday when I took the bus home after another incredibly long day, the couple in the seat behind me had fish and chips, this did not bother me nor any of the other passengers.
I was told by your driver that take away food is not permitted. I asked how I was meant to get home, he said that I should enjoy my meal and get the next bus.

Enjoy my meal?

Where?


In the Bus stop?


With all the drunkards passing by?


What the hell?


Is this a joke of some kind?


This is ridiculous!


I offered to put my food in my backpack until I reached my destination, but the driver simply said no.

I am very angry at this.


All I wanted to do was get home after an incredibly long day and eat my crappy meal in peace, and your driver robbed me of that very simple pleasure.


When I boarded the next bus the guy in front of me was carrying a bag from Burger King.


WHAT'S THAT ABOUT?


Is this some form of prejudice just against Macdonalds?

I would like an explanation as to the behaviour of this driver?


Is this a policy that exists?


If so, why is it not enforced all the time?


The couple with Fish and Chips got to go home.


The guy with the Burger King got to go home.


But I did not.


I was forced to eat my meal in the very uncomfortable bus stop.


This is bang out of order!


And thats not a sentence I use lightly.

I am a frequent user of your buses and have sung your companies praises on more than one occasion. I am from Aberdeen and the bus service up in the Granite city is crap. Far more expensive and much less reliable. But they don't have a problem with you taking your dinner home.

I am extremely disappointed in your company and with this driver. I am seriously considering simply walking from now on.

I look forward to hearing your thoughts on this matter.

Kind Regards

Andy Graham
Irritated Traveller


__________________________________________________________________________________

Dear Mr Graham,

Thank you for your comments regarding the actions of the driver on the Service 22 on 13 August 2010.  

Firstly, may I apologise for the incident that you encountered. I was most concerned by the event you described and have investigated as fully as possible. There is official documentation on the drivers cab door that clearly states in both wording and signage that hot food and drinks are not permitted, however this notice is to try and deter passengers from bringing food and drink on to our vehicles. You are perfectly entitled to travel onboard our vehicles with food as long as it is in a bag and it is not consumed onboard the vehicle.

Unfortunately on this occasion the driver’s behaviour fell far below the standard that is acceptable from an employee of this Company, and for this I can only apologise. I have taken the necessary steps to ensure this does not happen again, and I will also ask our Driving Standards Officer to carry out checks in all aspects of his work. I can assure you that this Company trains staff to a high level and acts strongly against those members who fail to maintain the standard required. I trust that you will allow me to deal with this matter accordingly.

On behalf of Lothian Buses Plc, please again accept my sincere apologies for the lack of professionalism and for any embarrassment caused, and I am grateful that you have taken the time to bring this matter to our attention.

Yours sincerely

A. Person

Lothian Buses 0 - Andy G 1


Although I would have appreciated a free bus pass or something.

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30 Day Challenge Day 11: A picture of something you hate.

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A picture of something I hate? 


In general I'm not a hateful person. 


Yes I do moan a lot. I do hate the public, but I don't want to name and shame people online. Plus I can't get just ONE picture of all the people I hate. And there are a few. I thought about this long and hard. I even considered putting up a picture of one of the few people I actually despise. But I don't want to get yet another nemesis. Plus if I do hate you, you probably already know it. As does everyone else. Not my fault I hate you. You're just a fucking moron.

In the end I thought about what I really hate in life, this was my top answer.

It's really minging.

It's almost as bad as Bud.

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Even More Conversations From The Club

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It's time for another thrilling tale of my adventures in The Club.

It was St Patricks day a couple of weeks ago. A day universally recognised as the day you must go out and drink until you bleed. Just like the irish do. Paddy's day is a busy day in any pub or club, but we were choc a bloc. We were full to capacity before midnight, it was mental. 100% of the customers were blootered. 90% of the customers attempted to get discount by pretending to be Irish.  

There was more drama at the cloakroom, with one girl in tears saying that her purse had been stolen, and along with it, her cloakroom ticket. 

She then took out her purse to show me there was no ticket. I asked her how she got it back if it had been stolen? She claimed that someone found it outside and returned it to her because it had her ID in it. She was crying, a lot, saying her friends had left her, all her cards and money had been stolen, she just wanted her coat and wanted to go home. But with no ticket, she has to wait until the end of the night. I can't risk any mistakes and this drunk girl walking off with the wrong coat.

She then cried louder. Claiming this wasn't fair. Everything had been stolen from her. She then showed me her purse again in an attempt to emphasise her point. The funny thing is, when she showed me her purse I clearly saw a £10 note, and all her bank cards. I pointed this out to her and she said that the thief obviously didn't take everything.

So as I understood the situation, someone stole her purse, but she somehow managed to get it back, and the only thing which was actually stolen was the cloakroom ticket.

She then just cried louder. I told her to wait until the end of the night if she wanted her coat. I never saw her again. 

I suspect she is a con artist.

Last week was yet another busy week at Student Night. It's the last one for a a few weeks as it's easter holidays, so the organisers don't think it's going to be busy. Which is fine by me as it means a Thursday night off.

It was a very busy final night. Full to the brim yet again.

We have started to perform bag checks as people come in now. This is because there is not a week that goes by when I don't find at least one bottle of vodka on the floor at the end of the night. One night I found 3 bottles of vodka and 2 bottles of rose wine. We're not exactly expensive on student night, yet the cheapo students still find the need to sneak in their own stuff. This has led to many people getting to the front of the queue, being asked to check their bags and then disappearing round the corner to down a  bottle of vodka or supermarket wine before they come in.

Classy people.

Some people still manage to get some stuff in however. This past Thursday, two guys were standing at the bottom of the stairs and they dropped a bottle of Buckfast.

Buckfast? Really?

How scummy are you aiming to be?

The bottle smashed all over the floor and the two guys just walked away innocently pretending to know nothing about it. I had the doormen escort them both from the building. They both claimed, 

"I don't drink Buckfast." 

I shouted back at them, 

"Not anymore tonight you're not."

Dickheads.

I didn't shout the dickheads bit, they were both bigger than me and they might have been waiting outside for me later.

At the end of the night, the staff and I sat down for another well earned beer. It was this night that I discovered that barmaid Laura, (also known as Bitchface) has another nickname, BJ Laura. I don't know what the BJ stands for, I'll try and find out and let you know asap.

We then discovered what it would be like if BJ Laura/Bitchface was in a relationship with Lewis the Bartender.

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Andy G

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Dear Anonymous

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How's it goin?

I received the following comment the other day, following my post entitled The interview that wasn't an interview

Anonymous comments...

Interesting that your refer to yourself as a "mature" student. Mature doesn't seem to fit. With regard to the "Applicant Day" I'm surprised that as a "mature student" you had not read the information provided on the "college that shall not be named" website which clearly expalins the format for the day. This would have given you the opportunity to choose not to go and waste so much of your money. Finally, you clearly think you are SO perfect that you can say such rude things about people you don't know. I wish I was as perfect as you. Try being nice - it really isn't that hard.

Hear is my reply

Dear Anonymous (If that is your real name.)

I apologise if I have offended you in some way. That was not my intention, I was simply having a rant about my day. Can I ask how is it that you know that the website of "the college that shall not be named" contains such information? I should point out that I did visit the website and read the invitation e-mail several times. The emphasis was clearly on a portfolio being produced and presented on the day. Clearly I wanted to attend the day regardless. My irritation started with First Transport and the ridiculous prices, and secondly at what appeared to be a lack of organisation on the part of the university I was visiting.  My tour guide did not know where the television studio was, and I got taken round various part of the university that had no relevance to myself, and the animation students got taken to the TV studio which would have been of little or no interest to them.

Also upon arrival at the university we were told to wait until 2pm for a tour. Why ask us to arrive at 1:20 if the tour was not booked until 2?

Seems rather odd.

The tour itself appeared to be disorganised, why we need to be shown round a shop and an art gallery if we are applying for a TV course I have no idea. A shop on campus is not really gonna swing it for me one way or another. We were told that the tours were being combined because not enough people had shown up, but that's not my fault. There were myself and 7 others here for the TV course, and clearly a guide had been assigned to each group. Why combine them?

We visited a couple of classrooms and the guide looked around for a teacher and couldn't find one, so we moved on. We spent a few minutes in the TV studio which was interesting, but that was it as far as my interests were concerned. I was angry at the fact that I had to be taken round various areas of the college that had nothing to do with the course I had applied for.

As for my rude comments, these were simply meant as humorous ways to describe the various people I encountered on my day. This is a blog which I attempt to make lighthearted and funny when I can. I also feel that these were accurate ways of describing these people. With regards to my description of the guide, "a cross between Charlie Chaplin and a tramp." This was by no means meant as an insult, just an accurate description based on my very limited fashions sense. In all honestly I thought he looked kinda cool.

As for you wishing you were as perfect as me, I can't say I blame ya. 

I'm very friendly.

I'm very funny.

I'm great fun at parties.

I'm a terrific singer.

A great dancer.

And a fantastic poet.

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In closing I would like to point out that overall I think I am quite nice. I'm nice to almost everyone, unless they are a moron. Let's face it, some people are morons. However, in general I would say I am a nice person. That's how I got my nickname, Nice Andy.

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Andy G

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P.S. It is possible that perhaps the anonymous commenter is in some way affiliated with The Educational Institute at which the interview was held. If so, despite my being grumpy about the expensive waste of my day, I am still interested in the course and look forward to hearing from you.

Tanks

AG

The Interview that wasn't an interview

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Prepare yourselves for a tale. 

A tale of travel, disappointment, and a slinky attached to a mans fly.

Are you suitable prepared?

Alright, lets go.

Yesterday I had an interview for university, this is the tale of how it went.

As regular readers may be aware, my college course is coming to an end soon. I have just over three months left. I still have to shoot my main feature in that time. Which I am fairly confident I will get done. So in the meantime I have to start thinking about the future. Again, regular readers will know this has been causing me a bit of stress lately. 

And then, about three weeks ago, I got an email. A great e-mail. An email which showed a glimmer of hope on the horizon. I had an interview. An interview for a university. Fantastic. This was something. Not a definite place, but something.

One small problem was that they wanted a showreel. I don't have a showreel yet, so I worked hard and fast, and finished off two of my projects for this year. The Cooking Show, and a short film for a festival. More about that on Monday.

I stuck them on a DVD and made up a portfolio with paperwork from my various projects and some of the other films I've been helping on.

I was fairly happy with it. 

The university was not in Aberdeen, but in another great city in bonnie Scotland. I apologise for the vagueness, but it is a necessary evil, so as not to get myself into trouble. I don't want someone at the university to find this blog entry and then blacklist me or something.

I booked a train ticket the day before, the email I received said the day would take no more than three hours. The problem was, I was going to the theatre to see Avenue Q that night, in Aberdeen. My appointment was at 1:30, this would mean to get back to Aberdeen on time, I would need to be on a train by 4:30 at the very latest. It was gonna be tight.

I arrived at the station intending on getting the 9:07 train. This got me to my destination 2 hours before my interview, so I had plenty of time to find the place, and maybe meet up with a friend or two in the city.

This was my first problem of the day. The ticket I bought was valid for trains AFTER 9:15.

Shit.

My train was at 9:07. The next train was at 9:52 which got me to my destination at 12:35. Still plenty of time, but if that train got delayed for any reason, I would be late and could kiss any chance of a place at this uni goodbye. I had to pay to upgrade my ticket. Another £24. I had already paid £50 for the return ticket. That meant I spent £74 for a day return ticket. Unbelievable. £24 to get a train 8 fooking minutes earlier. And it's not like they were full or anything. Quite the opposite. Bastards.

And the train was shit.

No power point for my laptop.

No Wifi.

I fucking hate First Transport Trains.

£24 for 8 Fooking minutes!

I was raging!

I arrived at my destination with plenty time to spare, had a wander and found the building easily enough. 

Eventually 1:20 arrived, I was instructed in the email to arrive ten minutes early to register. So being the good young man I am, I did.

I arrived, gave my name and was told to make my way upstairs to the meeting room marked "film and television." Which I did.

No sooner had I sat down than someone was calling all the film and TV applicants to another room to hand in portfolios. This was brilliant. I would be outta here by 2:30 the way this was going. Plenty of time to get home.

We went to the other room, gave our names to another woman and was told to leave our folios on the table. I was then handed an information sheet about the day. The woman then told us to go back to the meeting room and the tour would begin at 2pm.

I told her that it's only 1:25, she looked at me with a very blank expression.

So we returned to the meeting room, and sat. For 35 minutes.

With nothing else to do I read the information sheet I was given. It told you that you would go on a tour which would last about an hour, then you would have a Q & A with the tutors. Then at the bottom I noticed this.

Read the last sentence.

WTF!

NOT AN INTERVIEW!!

THEN WHAT THE FOOK AM I DOING HERE!?

I was not happy. As you can probably tell.

Eventually 2pm arrived and incredible boredom had set in. Three Students wearing "Guide" t-shirts arrived. I assumed they were tour guides and not Girl Guides. They came round and asked everyone's name and what course they were applying for. Then had a little conversation amongst themselves. 

We were then told that the tours for Animation and Film & TV were being combined as not enough people had turned up.

So?

That's not my fooking problem!

So with our groups combined we followed our tour guide. A man who looked like a cross between Charlie Chaplin and a tramp.

We went to an animation class, stayed in it for about 30 seconds while the guide tried to find a tutor to talk to us, then left when he couldn't find one. This situation was repeated in the animation studio, the 3D studio and the sculpture studio.

I was forced to walk around the animation and art sections, which was of no use or interest to myself, or the 8 other people here for the Film and TV course.

At one point the guide noticed I wasn't interested and asked if I was here for the film and tv. I informed him I was to which he asked if I minded going round all the art stuff.

I replied with,

"Do I have a choice?"

Apparently I did not.

During the course of this tour, I got particularly annoyed with a fat girl who looked like pig, she would not shut the fook up. Every two seconds she's talking about how she always gets picked for being sound recordist in her course at college. She doesn't know why.

I'll tell you why pig girl.

Two reasons.

1: If you're recording sound, it means you have to listen, so then you'll shut the fook up.

2: Sound recordist is generally the job you give to someone who is shite. That's what I did when I made my first year film, and to be honest, I would have been better using a microphone stand for the amount of work that this persona actually did.

Our guide got lost twice while attempting to find the TV studio. When we eventually got there it was interesting to talk to someone who had done the course. But that was for all of three minutes, we were not allowed to see the edit suites as they were in use.

After this we got shown round the shop. The tour guide was especially enthusiastic about this. I am not sure why. It was a shop. It sold pencils, paint, and twix's. But he insisted we see it.

We then got taken to the sculpture studio, I have no idea why. There I saw a student attach a Slinky to his fly, his mate pulled it across the room as far as it could go, then let it go to watch it ping back at him. The two of them then fell into fits of laughter.

Fooking mongs.

I was very, very unhappy.

The tour lasted just under an hour, only about three minutes of which were useful to me.

We eventually returned to the meeting room and had to wait there for anther ten minutes before we got to see the tutors for the Q & A. I was looking forward to this as it meant I could go through some of the stuff in my folio with them.

We went into a classroom and sat down with two tutors. One was in charge of Documentaries and the other in charge of Drama's.

Both of them seemed quite dull.

They gave us some more information on the course. The pig girl seemed irritated that this course would only allow you access to year two with her HND. She said that another uni in the same city was letting her into third year with her HND. I know what course it was she was applying for, and what she doesn't know is that, that particular course doesn't have a first or second year. It is designed for people who have just finished an HND in TV and lets them continue on to get a degree. 

Stupid pig faced bitch.

I asked about the application process and what happened next. To which the tutor replied, that's it, just wait and see. They have made their recommendations based on our application forms and our portfolios. They are apparently not allowed to do interviews. NOT ALLOWED?

WTF?

So all they did was look at the portfolio I left on a table for them?

No individual one to one chat or anything.

I spent £74 getting to the city that day. I could have spent £2.50 on a FOOKING ENVELOPE AND SENT THEM MY FOLDER!

I was raging.

What a waste of my time.

Overall my day was a total waste.

I arrived at 1:20 as instructed and then dumped in a room with nothing to do for 40 minutes. I had a tour guide who knew nothing and got lost, I got taken round a tour of areas that will have NOTHING to do with me if I go here. And I didn't get a chance to talk through my portfolio with someone.

I was very, very angry.

As I was leaving I was asked to fill out an evaluation form about the day. I gave them 1 out of 10 and where it said, "Any other comments?" I wrote this,

Total bloody shambles

Put the following words in the correct order...

Brewery you organise in a couldn't a piss up

Fortunately the evaluation form was anonymous, I have yet to hear anything back from my "interview."

Bastards.

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Until Next Time

Have A Nice 

Andy G

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P.S. I did make it home in time to see Avenue Q. Have you ever seen it? It's really good. Very funny. Although I was slightly pissed off about the fact that I was sitting behind a man with a very large head. Surely people with big heads should be forced to sit at the back? It's only fair.