drumming fingers on the desk like a deranged ape until I get the message back from the castle that everything is ok with the contact sheets and we can go ahead with the industrial scale printing operations and then get the scissors out and pluck out each little face in a 3:2 aspect ratio and squash them onto some 1000 gsm from the dodgy stationers on dereham road where nobody ever goes and then a few sigs later and we’re all off to the post office at earlham house, fighting through the tissues and pensions and switch cards until its all done for another year and next year we’ll start doing it earlier like we said we would last year and the year before that and the year before that and the year before that when we first had the idea but we had to do it at work where the printers never worked anyway and you had to wait until midnight and nobody else was around before you found the single colour printer in south east england with colour ink in and then even the cleaners were looking at you funny so you pretended it was a presentation with joke slides in which you used to do when clip art faces had no features and nobody cared what you said anyway like they still don’t but now you’ve got your own printer but you’re still doing it for somebody else when you should be poking through house of fraser getting everything you should have got last weekend when it was all about dancing instead but don’t worry because deborah hasn’t even started yet and the butcher has already sold out like a reverent al green andalucia red yellow red yellow etc.
I guess they’re in a meeting about storage heaters or something.