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Some of my pals are returning from half-years spent in Europe recently - returning faces showing relief at being able to indulge in Wetherspoon’s topped chips, fluffy white Muji towels, and Dulwich farmer’s markets. But also faces that are gearing up for the inevitable “what-am-I-doing-with-my-life?” sadness that always bookends a European pilgrimage. Back to the stale marketing desk in a flat-pack Ikea-furnished block just east of Mansion House then.
Others are too busy showing someone photos of their recent holiday to South Korea visiting animation sweatshops to sleep.
These same friends bark at you like someone with an iPod going full volume being asked for directions when you bring up the topic of their beds. But for me, it’s all I know. I’ve been unemployed for over 10 months now and, sans from unpaid internships, I haven’t had a steady cash flow since, well, when did Britain’s Got Talent stop being relevant again?