This is a very small post, before a very big weekend.
In Ireland, we are about to embark upon the infamous August Bank Holiday Weekend. In essence, it means hardly anyone has to work on Monday. In general, it means communal debauchery.
Whatever the weather, this is a calendar event so large, that the entire month of January cowers before it. There are 3,986 festivals taking place all over this island. Some are big. Some are marginally smaller than the annual toenail clipping festival I mentioned before. Some involve horses or trains; some, like the one I’ll be going to – in a fecking lovely part of the world where I grew up – involve boats and water. But the upshot of this is that it becomes impossible to blog intelligently in the face of such a mighty three days.
So I’m off to Clare. And in the meantime, here is a stock photo which had me scratching my head, rubbing my eyes and cocking my head to the side, like a West Highland terrier who’s just been told they’re not as cute as the cutest cutie in the whole wide world.
Off we go once again to the Irish Times. And once again I say thank you, lads. In this segment, I normally focus on unlikely office workers. But I had to make an exception in this case.
This is a post about freelancing. Why is there a pink pig on it?
And yes, I know it’s probably supposed to be a moneybox. But why is he standing in what looks like a pool of slurry?
What keyword or phrase was used to find this stock image? Was it “independence”? “My boss is a swine”? Or seeing as they’re Irish, could it have been “as happy as a pig in shit”?
And is it just me, or does the pig look terrified?
I have a three-day weekend to come up with some answers. On the other hand, if anyone out there knows, they might put me out of my misery today.
Enjoy the weekend, folks.