Tag Archives: Brunel House

A human army marches to the battle where the office is a glass climax. Handicapped pigeons police the city – white-bread-inbred, they peck at vomit and flap onto a railing as I approach. Their bellies are full but their souls … Continue reading →

Posted on April 21, 2014 by Graphite Bunny | 7 Comments

I Stacked the Odds

Posted on December 6, 2013 by Graphite Bunny

I sit on a box of paper. The manager says, ‘It doesn’t matter who goes to the office party as long as someone stays to man the phones.’ Wind scrapes against the windows of the 15th. The phone doesn’t ring … Continue reading →

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Health and Safety

Posted on May 18, 2013 by Graphite Bunny

Darren is an expert on health and safety. He has a goatee like a sheep’s tail but no hair on his scalp. He’s visiting to raise awareness of risks both in the home and at work. Room C109 is small … Continue reading →

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Administration for Beginners

Posted on May 12, 2013 by Graphite Bunny

A the battle of the sexes is played out in slow motion behind me. I speak to an administrator who thinks he is God but cannot tell his arse from his elbow. He whines and wallows in the confrontation – … Continue reading →

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It’s Nearly Christmas

Posted on December 22, 2012 by Graphite Bunny

On health and safety grounds and to comply with the terms and conditions of some of our leases – we regret we cannot allow any Christmas lights or any form of decoration that will damage the fabric of our building … Continue reading →

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