Young Rainey called this afternoon. He was on his way back from a Job Fair in Belfast (he hates that call centre job) and was armed with sheaves of brochures. On hearing that I was soon to be unemployed he started suggesting the sort of jobs I should be going for, “support staff for the Police, Civil Service, banking, IT, start your own kennels with added web cam, flower delivery service…” My head was reeling. What Young Rainey sometimes forgets is that although we’ve both got a 2 and a 5 in our ages my numbers are the other way around from his.
What I do appreciate is his advice on is free music downloads, removing Hannah’s photo-sharing from my PC and how to convert mpegs to whatever I can play on my car stereo. Actually I’ve forgotten that last one so if anyone cares enough?
We then had a really good conversation on being boy-racers and how we’re both so over it.