The day started really well with the farmer lying his arse off about the temperature of all things. The thermometer in the yard read 0˚C and there was a thin layer of ice on the trailer. Despite this, he corrected us because his electronic thermometer said it was 7˚C!
The cold made picking peppers particularly unpleasant this morning. During this task I composed a poem in the style of Alistar Ham [Commercial Union employee who made a laughingstock of himself by producing a ridiculous "poem" about a rockstar's live performace in lieu of an introductory bio] to send on a postcard to ASG Technical Services.
This should go down well with the lads, especially Pete Tavener, who wrote one in the same style about Steve Parrett to celebrate his birthday.
The cold made picking peppers particularly unpleasant this morning. During this task I composed a poem in the style of Alistar Ham [Commercial Union employee who made a laughingstock of himself by producing a ridiculous "poem" about a rockstar's live performace in lieu of an introductory bio] to send on a postcard to ASG Technical Services.
Bored!
Desert temperature plummets.
Moron bows his head towards tomato field.
Contemplates suicide.
270 hours in 29 days.
Hell?
Israel.
This should go down well with the lads, especially Pete Tavener, who wrote one in the same style about Steve Parrett to celebrate his birthday.
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