The story of Martyn's suits

So here I am. Sat on my couch, finished preparing for my interview tomorrow (at least for tonight) and watching Blackadder III, whilst having a relaxing Kronenbourg 1664.

I'm very tired after getting up early to get a couple of my suits (and a silk tie) dry cleaned, so they could be ready to pick up at 5pm this afternoon. Which they duly were. Dark days are indeed upon me when having my suits dry cleaned is consdiered an extravagance. Though I did acquire a free coat-hanger, which is capable of at least supporting a suit made of paper, that has been recycled, with one leg missing on the pants, minus an ass.

My other suit shall be taken to the tailor's on Wednesday for alterations, as I feel as though it is rather ill-fitting. And indeed, it is beyond me as to why I dropped £200 on the fucker. Oh well, £30 to make it fit is far better than dropping another £200 on another suit.

In other good news, I have prepared for my interview tomorrow, and I also have the advantage of having a two hour train journey to 'top-up' on my interviewing technique. Fingers crossed.