Today I will focus entirely on who I like to refer to as 'The Ham man of Reading town'.
So, I start my day slowly, getting shit from the student finance desk morons for them not setting me up a direct debit, asking what to do, not receiving a straight answer, usual procedure from one of the best companies I've ever used.
I decide I've had enough, I need to get out, I realize my life consists of laying in someone else's bed waiting for Tesco time, by Tesco time I mean wandering around Tesco deciding what experimental food I want to try that night. I wander down the road, jump on the bus and head on down. By the time I've reached The Oracle I see the bus has filled out slightly, then arrives the hero of this tale, our very own Harry Potter, 'Ham man'.
Open any normal person's work bag you'll find the following;
Notepad
Pen
Lunch box
Mobile phone charger
Perhaps a laptop/tablet
Work files etc.
Our hero however does not follow the mainstream, he's sick of these constraints, why is it acceptable to carry reformed tree mush around (paper, if you're wondering what I'm talking about) but not delicious thinly sliced pork, crumbed because, why the fuck not? So out comes the ham, rolled up slices for ease of access, that's right people, no fucking around here. By this point we're about half a pack down and it's time for a break, what do you wash ham down with? Morgan's spiced rum and coke? Yeah, that's the ticket.
Now what can we say about this? Do we say he's a freak? Perhaps, or maybe he's just the only one who's actually doing what we all want to do, maybe he's a visionary, I doubt it but we shouldn't just write him off.
So there you have it, next time you're on your way home and waiting for a bus, maybe you're a little peckish, why not grab some ham and a can of rum and coke? you'll get weird looks the first couple of times but it's sure to catch on, then who's going to be the one ahead of the game.
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