I haven't told anyone this, but in my moments of despondency about my dwindling money reserve, I go on Gumtree and look at job ads. Sometime late last year, when I had a lot more money than I did now but was rather discomfited by the ridiculous amount of money it requires to live like a working class pauper in London, I sent my CV and picture in to this Japanese karaoke club. I was asked to go in for an interview, so I went all the way to St. John's Wood, Google Maps-ed my way to the place and found myself standing outside this green-lit door with no signboard with nothing else open nearby but a large off-licence/supermarket. I stood outside for something like ten minutes, very lightly pushing the door (which of course didn't open), then a very vampy looking woman with a floor-length dress and very heavy eye make up came out and stared at me suspiciously. I do like my black eyeliner but that was just too much, so I squealed like a stuck pig in my head and went back to the Tube and went home. I just thought about it now because last night I was talking to a girl I know vaguely and she said she was working at a Japanese karaoke club in St. John's Wood, and how many Japanese karaoke clubs can there be in St. John's Wood. She says you have to dress sexily and the customers can be gropey, so I suppose I do like my Chinese place that isn't too busy and I can watch King of Queens at.
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