Tuesday, 03.08.04

The Big Boss here was conducting a workshop/open forum. We, the participants, were blessed to have a personal computer each. Underneath the guise of an attentive pair of peepers and nods to his lecture, I was typing away the thoughts that I have to submit later to my editor. Before the undertaking ends, he made a sudden ‘back entry’ and figured out what I have been pensive about. He uttered words of disappointment. As a punishment, he tasked me to make a written and audiovisual campaign for the Irish band Corrs.

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