I stare at the usually well stocked vending machine to notice it’s not empty, but not offering much variety either. Two rows of salt and vinegar crisps and one of prawn cocktail. I look in disbelief, cursing my luck.
In order to push myself and take advantage of the fact that Pradeep authorised my presence in the building way past the end of conventional business hours. I have officially been inside the Vauxhall building for 12 hours straight. I have been conducting my tests for nearly 4 hours and I didn’t even take a toilet break, much less stop to eat. I have this weird thing about indulging myself because I feel like somehow the Universe will make sure something bad will happen, just so things can balance themselves out. It’s utterly stupid, I am well aware of that, yet in my tired min
