I spent about two hours last night searching both the house and the bloody fucking shed for the parade gloss. NO SIGN OF IT, nuffin, taken by the fucking fairies AGAIN, bastards must have a big arse shed somewhere, co’s they have a lotta my stuff.
Well, the upside was the application of parade gloss to dress shoes, didn’t take place, thats saved the RSI I suppose, although..well, they look better after a dose. For those not in the know, well parade gloss and shoes, that equals spit polishing and its a fuckload of work, but the results are stunning. They are also stunning for any motherfucker who stands on your toes as well, but today, we head off for the interview without having spit polished the footwear, just a good buff instead.