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quotage again
Jul. 31st, 2006 10:00 pmsomeone named Kate McClymont spoke at formal dinner tonight. An 'investigative journalist', apparently. Did the story on the Bulldogs salary cap breach a few years ago.
On career choices
I finished my degree and decided that a law career wasn't for me. I didn't really know what was for me, so in the meantime i did something unusual. I set up a busking booth in King's Cross. Now, not being able to sing or dance, my busking booth consisted of a table, a chair, an upturned milk crate for the customer to sit on, and a sign that read Questions Answered: 20 cents Arguments: forty cents Abuse: one dollar.
You'd be surprised the people you meet. There was the guy who came in asking for racing tips. He'd pay his twenty cents, I'd make a recommendation, and he'd skulk off into the night. There were the prostitutes, who paid their forty cents to argue about why I'd taken their corner. And there were the jerks who'd pay me a dollar to abuse their girlfriend. I'd take the dollar and I'd abuse the girl allright- for having the bad taste to be with a man who'd do that!
When I ended up applying to the Herald for a graduate internship, it turned out that my having run a busking booth in the Cross wasn't regarded as a liability, but as an advantage!
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In the meantime, i present Alex Gardiner on the finer points of strategy: The Russian army is built for fighting in Russia!
ah, how enlightening.
On career choices
I finished my degree and decided that a law career wasn't for me. I didn't really know what was for me, so in the meantime i did something unusual. I set up a busking booth in King's Cross. Now, not being able to sing or dance, my busking booth consisted of a table, a chair, an upturned milk crate for the customer to sit on, and a sign that read Questions Answered: 20 cents Arguments: forty cents Abuse: one dollar.
You'd be surprised the people you meet. There was the guy who came in asking for racing tips. He'd pay his twenty cents, I'd make a recommendation, and he'd skulk off into the night. There were the prostitutes, who paid their forty cents to argue about why I'd taken their corner. And there were the jerks who'd pay me a dollar to abuse their girlfriend. I'd take the dollar and I'd abuse the girl allright- for having the bad taste to be with a man who'd do that!
When I ended up applying to the Herald for a graduate internship, it turned out that my having run a busking booth in the Cross wasn't regarded as a liability, but as an advantage!
~
In the meantime, i present Alex Gardiner on the finer points of strategy: The Russian army is built for fighting in Russia!
ah, how enlightening.