Invisible Stranger

Invisible Stranger

Collecting Crises on Old Compton Street and Beyond

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Currently clicking:
- bboyblues
- bitful
- blue witch
- diamondgeezer
- glitter for brains
- london calling
- naked blog
- troubled diva

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- neil and chris
- peter and anna
- june
- kurt

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Wednesday, January 21, 2004
Hands That Do
Health and Safety turned up today to give me a work-station assessment. I was touched by their concern, until I realised they're only covering themselves should I get struck down with RSI and decide to sue.

However, I'm pleased to report my posture is perfect (those nights spent down at Love Muscle balanced precariously on some Mary's shoulders not in vain then); and, hard as it is to believe, I sit at my desk with both feet planted firmly on the ground. The most favourable comments, however, were passed on my keyboard technique, and especially the lack of any rigidity or stiffness in my hands as my fingers fly fluently over the keys.

You know, this is probably the very first time in my life that I have ever received official approval for being limp-wristed.