tieši šodien lasīju Klārksona rakstu "Another day's holiday? Please, give me a break" - nedaudz uz citas nots, bet principā par to pašu.

"I took ten days off and by 11 o'clock the first morning I had drunk fourteen cups of coffee, read all the newspapers and the Guardian and then... and then what? By lunchtime I was so bored that I decided to hang a few pictures."

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