Speaking of working for a living (work, that curse of the drinking classes) brings to mind this…

I’m fairly old. Lots older than I ever thought that I’d get to be, given family history. And I’ve had lots of jobs. In several different fields. I’ve had to live where I did not wish to live, and had to associate with those I’d have just as soon not had to be around.

And that seems to be just about the norm.

I think that the reason that they call it ‘work’ is that someone has to pay you to get you to do it.

Otherwise you’d just be fooling around.

And, urm, I start a new gig this Saturday.