I posed for a mum at the school disco tonight who took a photo of me with an unlit fag in one hand, a can of beer in the other, and a class tea poster in both, affliating me to the school.
This is after I told her of my newspaper experience with a politician she didn't know.
The penny dropped as the camera snapped. Kerching!
Shit. Or should I be thinking that way?
Either way...
She believes in me. Why don't I?
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