More Reflections on a Library Life

I’ve been morphing today.

I began work as the mad hatter, with my nice velvet jacket on, a pink dress shirt (which was white, but which got dyed by a rouge red sock in the wash), my outlandishly awful waistcoat, a bowtie, and a felt top-hat. Unfortunately I couldn’t find my ace black felt top-hat (which I think is still at Ed’s after a hat party), so I had to make do with a silly union jack top-hat, which I got during Euro 2004 when Libby and I worked in a pub. I’ve stuck a piece of paper on it that says 10/6 though, which seems to qualify it and me for mad hatter status.

Mid afternoon I morphed into some strange Knight in Dirty Escort vibe, when one of our staff on the mobile fell ill, and had to be replaced my another member of staff. I duly transported all people where they needed to be.

Then I morphed into a happy nerd when I bought Doctor Who magazine at dinner.

Then I morphed into a Book Doctor (Who). However, clearly everybody’s books are perfectly well, and as a result no-one wanted to talk to me. I’d even borrowed Libby’s stethoscope to make the effect as realistic as possible, but to no avail.

Then I morphed into a nasty tosser who keeps evil little kids from running riot – my secret? Don’t ever smile, and look them straight in the eye unless they’re trying to engage you in bollocks conversation, in which case look bored.

And I got called a ‘lanky prick’ today. Variety is the spice of life I suppose.

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