Anything less than the best is a felony

Today came off to a decent start as the bus driver gave me too much change meaning my journey literally cost me pence. Arriving late for work due to the even more unreliable than usual Saturday service I was told "you'll have to take 20 minutes off your break... haha, only joking." and that was the last I heard of my lateness. Just shows how much more laid back it is there because in my previous job a lateness, even outwith your control, could lead to forms, disciplinaries and general beuracratic madness. The day turned out to be completely dead, most likely due to the currently occuring Belladrum which I'm not at all disappointed to be missing given the line up. a reasonable flow of banter kept the day from dragging too much with notable highlights including me threatening to "destroy" a colleague who is highly trained in kickboxing and a few of us deploring the French to a French colleague. Soon afterwards he sneezed the most French sneeze I have ever heard. Honestly, imagine a comical attempt at sneezing in a French accent and that is how it sounded. At lunch I discovered that someone had refunded some intermittently faulty beats tour headphones; the slightly less extortionate, in ear version of the ones I am trying to hunt down. They were pretty Damn good for in ear ones; very clear and extremely rich with everything clearly audible. My only complaint might be that the speakers are a little small making the sound quite small at times but that can't be avoided, and the full versions must be incredible. My last customer was the most difficult experience of my time at currys. This was because I spent the time answering his question stifling tears of hysterical laughter. He was beyond stereotypical Texan; slicked hair, floaty blue jacket with high collar, silver oval belt buckle suspending high riding, tight, brilliant white jeans, and cowboy boots. Out came the thickest Texan accent imaginable. LlHe spoke like the guy with the guns in the simpsons, only with an even stronger accent. I managed to compose myself for long enough before collapsing as soon as he exited. After my bus journey home I was pleasantly surprised to meet Stephen Mould who I was unaware is up for the weekend. After that my evening was pretty quiet, spent with my visiting relatives on their last night up here. Song of the day is ice ice baby by Jedward, because looking through photos tonight we came across my x factor ones, bringing back the whole brilliant yet surreal experience.