Westminster can be a pretty serious place to pass a lunch hour. For four years I’ve worked amidst the determined throng: serious jogging, serious news reporting, serious fast-paced walking westwing-style. GoodRachel blends into the crowd and marches on, looking like I’m heading to an urgent meeting (with a cheese sandwich, but no one needs to know that.) However, buried within me is EvilRachel who, despite the outward appearance of sombre calm, secretly just wants to yab people in the face before breaking into a synchronised zombie dance.
February 5, 2011
The illusion of calm
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