On Friday I received an excellently timed phone call from a very kind guy at the office of an agent I had been pursuing. I had high hopes of snaring them, to be honest. They had received an Agent Trap (TM), and asked, thrillingly, for more. I was off work on Friday because of a suspiciously eggy pint of bitter (eggy bitter is never good) on Wednesday evening, which became a growingly major feature of my life on Thursday.
My hopes were chilly and suffered from dustings of frost in the mornings, they were that high.
Good job I'd thrown up shortly before getting that rejection then.
The chap on the end of the phone was really very kind, and I'm sure the sound of someone apparently vomiting with disappointment on the other end of a telephone would have had a negative effect on his day.
There you are.
Break It Up, Break It Up, Break It Up, Break It Down
The search for a willing snaree (that's a word that should never see the light of day, but I'm feeling generous today) continues. With every man, woman, child or company that receives an Agent Snare(TM) I get closer to the time when someone opens the envelope and says "Hang on, this is quite good..."
In the words of me; bring it on.
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