First of all, you don’t know me. No, you don’t. Seriously. I don’t make friends on the Internet, so you are a stranger to me. The sort of stranger that reads about everything I do in my day-to-day life.
Each and every day there are things in this world that make me mad, sad and potentially dangerous to know. The big things like my journey to work, people I work with and the people I don’t work with. And the little things like politics.
I’m just a normal angry 20 something* guy frustrated at the things that make our daily lives that much more stressful and miserable. I could be your neighbour or your colleague. The guy sat opposite you now, that guy pulling his hair out at his PC, the one with the reddening face and bulging eyes, yes, that could be me… It’s not of course. Unless that’s you reading this Dave? In which case get tea made you work-shy fop.
* ‘something’ might actually be as high as thirteen nowadays.