Well now that Pride has died down for another year (but then there's still the charity celebrity auction, the launch of the new website, the AGM and an accountant to sort out...) I suppose it's time to look for a job. Especially as there are is a whole new winter wardrobe to  buy and for some strange reason,  shop keepers won't just give me things - even if I ask nicely.

 So yesterday I went  and interviewed a boss for a second time. Seemed promising  but there was the massive problem that my period arrrived the night before and so I turned up grumpy, doped to the gills on  drugs and more than a tad irratable.

On reflection, it probably wasn't a good idea to answer the question "Why do you want to work for me?"  by shouting:

"Look, I just bloody DO OK?"