Posted by: Vicky V | August 4, 2009

Cry me a river

News flash. It is good to cry. Detox for the soul, according to this article.

So I found myself a nice little thread on Good Songs to Cry To, downloaded them on my ipod, took a seat in the office kitchen and waited for the tears to flow.

Bernard said he’d popped his head round the corner and left me alone because I looked like I was grappling with a digestive disorder.

The Dixie Chicks and My Chemical Romance just weren’t doing it for me so after twenty minutes of trying I popped next door for a ham sandwich.

It was as I handed over my five pound note to pay for my lunch that I discovered the equation for tears:

Enya on the sound system + sandwich man that looks like Marcus = Orinoco flow in my heart


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