I can't help it, I hate it when people just assume that because you do a job like this, you're thick. You know there's just some nights I just can't stand it. I can't. I want to stand up on the top of the bar ans hout. I've got O levels, I've got A levels and a Bachelor of Arts Degree. So don't condescend to me, don't pretend you fell sorry for me and don't treat me like I can;t read or talk or join in any of your conversations because I can. I se these teenage-like men and women in their well-cut suits and metal briefcases, discussing the City, the arts and time-shares in Tuscany, and I'm jealous, because I can't work out how they've achieved that success. It's so difficult. You see, I want to become a photographer, take portraits. I won a competition in a magazine. It was this photo of a punk sitting in a field on an old discarded toilet. It was brilliant. Anyway, after college I had this wonderful idead that I'd go to London with my portfolio. I was confident that I'd get loads of work. But it wasn't like that. The pictures were great, but they said, but sorry, no vacancies.

my drama exam. MONOLUGUE!
wonder how will i do this!
SHIT! i hate drama!
AHHHHH! ):