Just got a photocopied 1/4 A4 flyer through the door. It's got a staple at the top but it's only one page, so I'm going to assume there's something missing. Here's what the bit I got says:
FEMALE PREFERRED -
SHOULD BE TALL AND
VERY STRONG AS YOU
WILL HAVE TO CARRY
A SIZEABLE CASE - BUT
THAT IS 50% OF WHAT
I'M PAYING YOU FOR.
What's going on here? What's the other 50% of what (s)he's paying you for? What's in the case? Guesses in the comments, if you would.
Flights are booked for Orbital at the Brixton Academy. It's gonna be epic. Epic, I say.
Now, I fucking hate flying. Sitting in an aluminium tube (1mm thick! No, I'm not joking!), 6 miles up, doing 500mph, features prominently on my list of Things I Don't Like Doing. It's really pretty high on that list. Just above 'flying' on the list, though, is 'sitting in a GNER shithole-on-rails for 5 hours next to a cantankerous old twat that complains every time he hears the slightest "tsss" from my headphones', so I'll risk the potential explosive-decompression 30,000 foot free-fall inferno death, thanks.
