Gi' s a job??

Panic not - I have no intention of giving up idling. However, for an absolutely maximum salary and absolutely minimum hours - these are some jobs I might consider.

Last week in Spain, we watched ‘The Big Lebowki’ on DVD. The soundtrack was fab. It had Dylan, both Elvises, Gypsy Kings, Booker T, Santana, a nice aria and a bit of Mozart.
I’m sure The Coens, Tarantino, Scorcese or Almodovar would be overjoyed to have me on the team to choose the sounds.

I could e mail my list and they could put the cheque in the post.

Murph stared it all with the suggestion that I should be a picture researcher. Sounds great. I'd get paid for doing what I already do and some other bugger could deal with copyright issues.

Other ideas?

Next has a massive store in Manchester Arndale. The clothes are rubbish. I would be an advisor In the style of Meryl Streep in ‘The Devil wears Prada’.

*Get rid of that daft bit of tape - Those olive green combats don’t need pink embroidery. That’s a nice T shirt but why does it say chrysanthemum on it? And why do you think we need our shirt stitched into a tank top? What happens if the weather turns warm? *

And WHAT is this?

I could do a bit of window dressing at Harvey Nicks across the road.
I’d just say ‘Put a duck in the window!’ and send them the bill.

And what about the millions of apartments going up in the city? Those show flats need designing. I’d just flick through the pages of ‘Elle Decoration’ and do a bit of ordering on line.
But hold on … Lebowski didn’t work did he?

OK - Let’s forget it! Silly idea anyway.

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