It's been staring me in the face everytime I cross over Shoreditch High Street in front of St Leonard's: the perfect job. There's no commuting, it's quite sociable and it involves something I really love. That's right I'm going to become an alcoholic hobo. I can grow a beard, I can let my hair grow. I never really liked washing much, that can go out the window. Being drunk all the time, I can do that. I just need to work on my Irish acccent and it's a shoo in.
Now where do i sign up?
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