...ends in failure! Sorry Boris, looks like you are FU*&ed.
My trip to the JC was strewn with obstacles, at least two or three times as many as normal but you know, I have been doing this a long time and not only know what to expect but know what to do. It included as soon as I arrived at the JC and was told to wait for my farcical conversation with a civil servant, an inappropriately dressed child being seated in my eye line forcing me to change my orientation.
When I got back as if choreographed a young guy barely out of nappies got out of a housing association van and went and stood in my close blocking my (safe) entry to my prison flat. He appeared to be wearing what looked like a camera on his chest and I had to physically ask him to move so I could gain entry to my flat without being accused of inappropriate behavior.
I do have a brother called Philip, perhaps they are getting me confused with someone else!
My trip to the JC was strewn with obstacles, at least two or three times as many as normal but you know, I have been doing this a long time and not only know what to expect but know what to do. It included as soon as I arrived at the JC and was told to wait for my farcical conversation with a civil servant, an inappropriately dressed child being seated in my eye line forcing me to change my orientation.
When I got back as if choreographed a young guy barely out of nappies got out of a housing association van and went and stood in my close blocking my (safe) entry to my prison flat. He appeared to be wearing what looked like a camera on his chest and I had to physically ask him to move so I could gain entry to my flat without being accused of inappropriate behavior.
I do have a brother called Philip, perhaps they are getting me confused with someone else!