Ford Bunks Off, Skives And Thoroughly Plays Hooky

It's been a while since my last confession. (Guess I have less of a guilty conscience these days. I assure you I'm still having buckets of fun.)

Today I woke up sweating following a nightmare where my nose wouldn't stop running and my mother told me off for looking at pornography when it never bothered her before. I cancelled a 0930 meeting in London and went back to bed. After lunch, I rigged a duvet cover up to my blinds so I can play Playstation during the daytime. A game is loaded but I haven't touched the controller because I even skive half-assed.



Lest someone from work should find this, never to confuse a good story with the truth. This is a somewhat-sanitised, occasionally-entertaining version of what the truth might look like. As viewed through a prism. In a dark room. If you're wearing a bag on your head and facing the wrong way. Beware Of The Leopard and all that.