On the Verge of Selling my Soul or a Nervous Breakdown...or both
Hello. My name is David Bonnardeaux. I am 28, and a very humiliated member of the unemployment club. In the previous instalment of David’s Trials and Tribulations of Life I wrote: “I am not getting too used to the slow life of Ibiza, as I will shoot off to Barcelona when the contacts finally get ‘activated.’ If all goes well Jillian may come over and we will live happily ever after. Yipppeee! The End….” What about that End, eh? How deluded was I? Very. As they say in England, I am still “on the dole.” As they say in France, “sans emploi;” as they say in España, “sin empleo;” or as I like to say, “fucked”. A definite deja vu from my time after Edinburgh University (Ah, I remember fondly those days when my friend Nick so sensitively left Dole© pineapple tags hanging on my door) and my time after getting back from Mexico looking for work from Ibiza and then Bristol. As you can see, Great Britain has always been a factor there, and hence why I have turned my back on that bleak and insula...