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Not actually dead, although slightly feel like it. I have a really long post that should be here - about phoning the police about a noise complaints (yes, really), tea and cake, seeing people for yet more tea and mashing teabags, and basically Why I Miss St Andrews, and then an awful lot of work-based woes and why keyholding is quite good fun but also terrifying and Tosspot is being unbelievably unhelpful.

I spent today being a model for Fat Face in the Liverpool One First Birthday Fall Fashion Fest. Yes, really. Turns out most of the other clothes shops were using real models who were tall and leggy and thin which was a little bit soul-destroying.

This, you see, is how fun my life is. More when I am not falling over from exhaustion. I don't even have time to watch any telly or DVDs, I basically work, commute and sleep. On the bright side I am re-reading The Lord Of The Rings on the train. That's a bright spot.

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I prefer to see clothes modelled on normal people. That way you can actually work out what would look good if you've got boobs/hips/arse etc. Well done you. *hugs*

I think it might have helped if I wasn't encased in a hoody and a gilet with a fluffy hood! Didn't help, either, that the Everton mechandise shop had sent along the Everton reserve team. Can't help but feel we didn't put the effort in...

You modelling! Go you! If it's any help, I honestly think you were probably far prettier than these tall, leggy and thin people. You are real and smiley and lovely to be around. Yes. That really doesn't help AT ALL, does it, but still.

Are you more senior than Tosspot now? I realise it would probably just make things harder at work, but I so badly want to suggest you Use Your Supervisory Powers. Because he is called Tosspot and therefore clearly deserves it.

I am on equal footing with Tosspot, so can tell him off on an equal level but cannot use my supervisory powers for evil against him. (Yet. Working on it!)