Luvvie Loathing

One of the downsides of my job is working with lots of fairly self-involved actors. Unfortunately this evening we had work drinks and as usual I was promptly ignored by most as I have no actor-connections that could further their career. I made an early exit and in an attempt to make it from the National Theatre to Liverpool Street in 38mins, I ran halfway across the city. This was taken during a breather on the frustratingly slow District Line. I made my train with 1min to spare, feeling more harassed than victorious.