the life and times of the sancho

Here is a quick e-mail I was sent, note this was not cc'ed to anybody else!
See if you can spot the mistakes

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Dear Recruiter,

The following candidate:
Name: Ms BRADLEY
Email address: aidan.a.bradley@gmail.com,
has applied online via Totaljobs.com for the position of Graphic Designer - Contract as advertised on Totaljobs.com.

Any candidate comments are listed below.

The candidate's answer to our eligibility to work question is shown below:
I confirm that I am eligible to live and work in the UK

If the candidate has supplied a word document CV it will be attached to this email.

Please send your response to directly at aidan.a.bradley@gmail.com.
Thank you for advertising with totaljobs.com
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Oh yes, not only am I now Ms. Bradley, but I have now been given the chance to employ myself.
The fuckups this place produce are endless.

One thing you hear about places like London is that it's fast moving.
Even though I have been running around this city for the last week, I really found it out today.
Whilst searching for jobs in a tiny net cafe, my phone makes a noise, wait, it made another. After remembering what that sound actually was, I realised my phone was ringing!!
It was the lovely Lucy from an Agency call Office Angels. Whilst it sounds like they are lady entertainers that specialise in office fantasies, they are actually a lovely group of ladies that take your resume, run you through some tests, then do fuck all.
But alas, I have one of them on the phone. Paraphrasing >> What was that Lucy? I'm now employed, excellent. I'm happy now, I am officially in charge of settig up meting rooms with tea and coffee and welcoming business parteners at the door for a large corporate organisation. A dream come true.
Not 10 minutes later, my phone makes that familiar sound again. What could it be? Hello again Lucy. Whats that? I don't have the job? Whats that? There job actually doesnt exist? Ok not a problem.
And for that 10 minutes of my life, I had the dream job.

Oh yea, if nyone sees the new movie Sunshine. Please tell me how it ends. In the last 10 minutes someone behind me, sprayed me from head to toe with a fire extinguisher....
I'm just glad that my eyes were spared from that foamy hell. I was determined to watch this 2-d movie with 3-d glasses on that I stole from the front counter.

Here is Aidan's triumphant return to LJ.

After spending too much time in a rich farm in Salisbury, leon and I had yet again retreated to London.
As for a bit of background, the place in which we have been staying at is a ridiculously large and rich farm. The owners are in Australia, and we are under the complete control of a snobby rich 18yr old nanny to refers to us as "The Australian pets" This was cute at first, day 2 made me think abaout adding Leon and myself to the pet murder/suicide mortality rate.

In which case, back in London, hiding out for a few more days.
let me list the good and bad things about London.


Good Things:
* It isn't Allenford farm
* We can get around without relying on 18yr old females
* Door girl at Maxwell's Resturant. I want it noted I would eat copius amounts of glass for that girl.
* £3 happy hour cocktails

Bad Things:
* Simple food stuffs here is more expensive than botox injections in Australia
* Every building is made of the same colour brick
* People here push through crowds as if they have the upmost contempt for their own race.
* Regardless of what you are lead to believe on wildbritishgirls.com, females are not hot here unless they to are from overseas.
* Minimum wage is £5.35
* Maximum wage for 90% of jobs in central London seem rather similar to the minumum wage.

But other than that England is pretty good, except for the cold of course...
And the people.
I only hope I can make a lot of money and earn the right to look down my nose at them all. It's what I do best.

I have 1m 24s left on this net kiosk.
This is Aidan Bradley signing off. You stay classy Australia.

OMG!!! WHAT A GAME!!!!
Australia deservedly should have won. But all ended well, we are off into the next round.
I cant believe that idiot Croatian got 2 yellow cards then didn't leave the ground. FIFA will be jumping on someones head for that one.
A few handballs remained uncalled for the chequered jockey look-alikes. But I noticed one of our guys was hit with a yellow for handballing during a throw in from the square. And it didn't even hit is hands, ridiculousa.

But was a good game reguardless, fun to watch.

Well for some, hasta manana at either work or Stones' part-ay

Ladies and Gentlemen, I wish to take this opportunity to announce..
This is my glorious return to LJ-land.
Many of you may be asking why I have crawled back to this hub of info-tainment.
Alas, it is a question I am asking myself...
Was it that I needed a sense of belonging?
Was it that I looking for Validation amongst my friends and colleagues?
Was it because I imagined what would happen if birds were tickled by feathers?

Perhaps it was a little from each.
But I am back. Save your emo-myspace-trademarked tears.
For I will not soon leave (unless this is shit)

Welcome me with open arms