56: The Morning After

Disclaimer: Should you choose to purchase a featured book, via an image link to Amazon, Jay Cool will receive a commission at no extra cost to yourself. 


It’s the morning after the day before; the day before being the last working day of my formal employment. Not that there was anything at all formal about this particular employee. I quote the big man’s goodbye-to-me speech, the one that all big men are obligated to perform in order to look the part:

‘Jay Cool thinks differently to everybody else! And we wish her all the best of luck in her future endeavours!’

Not at all sure that this ‘carefully’ worded phrase was intended to be complimentary. Some members of the audience may will have read it as:

‘Jay Cool is taking some time out for some emergency treatment in the loony bin! And we wish her carers all the best of luck in trying to hold onto their own sanity!’

But, personally, I took the whole goodbye thing as a massive compliment, and interpreted it thus:

‘Jay Cool has the mind of a genius. And we look forward to seeing her words of wisdom outselling the best of the rest. David Walliams – be prepared! Book yourself a place in therapy, whilst your bestselling ‘World’s Worst Teachers’ plummets down the bestselling list at Amazon, Waterstones, WHSmiths, etc., etc., etc.’

I will leave you, my reader, to take your pick of the interpretations on offer (or to respond with an alternative), but in deference to David, who is, in reality, my idol – here is a link to Amazon, whereby you can purchase his work of lesser genius.

Just make sure that you hold enough money back for your pre-order of Jay Cool’s ‘Not-So-Secret Diary of an NQT’! And, in the meantime, I’ll test the deep waters with a little taster ….

Watch this space. Taster to be released within the next twenty-four hours!

Update: Taster just released.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, July 2019

Author’s Disclaimer: All of Jay Cool’s posts are, it needs hardly be said, the works of the over-active (not active enough) imagination of a loon, i.e. more fiction than fiction itself.

Image by Joe Alfaraby from Pixabay

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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