Wednesday, 29 May 2013

I exist in a country where, say, some fucking tiny village is throwing some cute little event, welcoming people from near and far to come see their fucking tiny village (and hence upgrade their tourism income.) I find this event to be cute enough to write about it in a major nation-wide publication. I ask if they can send me some photos of the previous events. They ask a) who's gonna pay for the photos, b) how many copies of the book they are going to recieve and c) to edit the original text acording to their village event propaganda. Or else.

I am at the stage where I can't even talk nice back to people who ARE grateful for the free add. Which is probably impolite of me, but it is truly unintentional. Five more days.