Pure moments of embarassment §16,970
Sat at desk, with dictionary of quotations open in front of me at completely inappropriate section for computer magazine, with web page open on computer "how to make lysergic acid in the home", and big chunky headphones on spewing out the bonzo dog doodah band's "we are normal and we want our freedom." Interrupted in this by respectable, up and coming young editor who quietly asks me if I'd like to do some freelance... My ruddy cheeks could have turned the seas incarnadine...