Tagged: Whiteboards

So I’m a grumpy fucker on a Friday again. There are probably deep-seated reasons that the psychologists amongst you, or whose who watched the first three seasons of Big Brother, have long worked out. I’m partly putting it down to a comedown.  But mostly Bracknell. Yes.  Bracknell.  It is the source of much that fucks me off.  It is the source of my unsatisfyingly dull job and home of the house of annoyances. I was never totally convinced about the house I’m living in, but it was the one that ticked the most boxes.  I came home last night to …