Monday, 27th January 2014

by Joshua Gaskell

In the shower, douching the pant-fluff from my crack, it occurs to me that I’ve made little progress mounting up into the literati: I spring at it, like a piece of done toast, but no one’s in the mood for toast.

This gives me the ceevee-jeebies, and I think feverishly about what skills I have. I’m a decent textual critic, but what does that mean in the world of work?

Donald Pincher – CV

I’m a hardworking, organised professional who within hours can transform a new book into a second-hand one, thereby potentially decimating its marketplace value!

Makes me sound like a fucking moth.