I wanna move to Macho Picachu!
The Peruvian rainforest is a breathtaking place, home to vast rainforesty vistas, immense ziggurats, polished blue beadery and very fat, heavy, nudie (padded tonne bare) Mayans munching marmalade/marmite bread based snackery.
But it's not just tanning yourself before the Sun Gate as typesetters (also known as Inkers, due to writing with cephalopod ink, as there's no 'leccy for the pewters) waft fronds of rainforest about your person to cool you down.
Even better - you're allowed to be as pissed as an olmec alchoholic partaking of chilli chocolate liquer!
Yup - no teetotalling toltects here, and that's the law! As long as you don't offend or hurt anyone, you can be hard at work sweeping crisps off the Nazcan lines whist downing Mayan moonshine like there's no tomorrow, and you can't be sacked!
And if they DO sack you, a judge orders them to give you your job back!
I think I'll propose this as a 'morale booster' at work...
Now, that IS workin'
That's the way to do it!
A drunken Madeley smiting Finnigan!
Rum! Punch & Judy...
