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StoryTrying to be late for work... will2012 years 1 month ago
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My stories

Declaring I'm Going to Have an Accident

By will2 on Tue, 11 Oct 2005

Go on, tell me, is it me? Am I the one to blame? Is it my fault? All my fault? What am I talking about? I'll tell you what I'm talking about. Well, it's em...when I'm walking along the pavement and someone walking in the other direction doesn't move out the way. I mean, it's always me who has to move out the way apparently. I ask you. Is that fair? Is that why I go out to work every morning? Is that why I pay my council tax?
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Non-fiction
Certificate U

Life is Almost Real

By will2 on Mon, 10 Oct 2005

And that got me thinking. Isn't it the case when we thoroughly enjoy a film or a book or any work of art, that sometimes we carry it around in our minds with us for days, if not years to come? Particularly if we can relate to it. It becomes like a soundtrack to our lives.
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Non-fiction
Certificate U

My Fellow Conmen...I Salute You!

By will2 on Tue, 27 Sep 2005

Anyway, the point is, like most people, I find these phone calls really annoying. But do you know what really bugged me? No, go on, guess...No, what really bugged me was the fact the guy was calling from abroad. Why? It's just that I feel if I'm going to be conned by some guy in a call-centre I would prefer if he...or she...was a fellow Brit. I mean, go on, tell me truthfully is that racist?
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Non-fiction
Certificate U

Trying to be late for work...

By will2 on Mon, 26 Sep 2005

Instead of leaving the house at 7:05, I took the wild decision to leave the house at 7:15. You probably noticed I said I tried to be late for work, because inexplicably I still arrived at 7:50. So it seems I can't be late for work even when I try.
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Non-fiction
Certificate U

I went to the dentist the other day...

By will2 on Sun, 25 Sep 2005

I went to the dentist the other day. What? Isn't that what JOURNALS are for? To tell you I went to the dentist? What did you expect? That I'd tell you I met the Secretary General of the U.N to complain about the price of cigarettes?
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Certificate U

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