Dailies

If they are allowed to leave their desk and go for a smoke then I will go for air. 

Our office is cold, whatever the weather. I am a writer on Spin Street, but we don’t do propaganda. We deal with fact, cold hard fact and we chill our office down to the optimum storage temperature for truth. 

Black coffee and cigarettes, they are the fuel and gas you run off. I’ve tried the coffee that sits at the end of the corridor plugged into its percolator all day and the taste of it licked my tongue and stuck to my pallet. 

So whilst they are drinking tar and smoking and and I’m drinking tea and breathing, its no wonder I am wearing out my soles trying to keep up with their engine.