Tesco Don't Sell Kazoo's.

I lost my job this week. I worked in a small vegetarian cafe, where I learnt that I'm fairly sure that there is some form of common sense protein that is only found in meat products. At least now, I'll never again be asked "how do I eat a scone?" or have the cafe, which sells home cooked vegetarian food be compared to McDonald's. One thing it does mean though is that I'm going to need a new name for my blog, so starting from now, the blog is to be now  named "The Blog Formally Known as "My Humble Existence Serving Middle-Class Vegans"". Mainly because I can't be arsed to think of a better name. Some may call that lazy, but as I've been spending this past week realising, been unemployed somehow makes you lazier. I do now however, know the party aisle in Tesco better than I know my own cock since I spent an hour trying to find a Kazoo. Tesco don't sell Kazoo's. And on that note, I'm going to go work out what I'm going to wear when i go collect my job seekers allowance. G'night.