Well, I've been beavering away, getting these diaries written. Who'd have thought so many things would look so awful in retrospect. Or that so many people with whom I've lunched would now be persons of interest to Operation Yewtree.
Still, I'm hard at it. My wrists haven't been this sore since I did A-levels. Still, if I'd done some revision I wouldn't have had to wank off all those teachers.
Back to the drawing board.**
*"desk" may technically be a pile of unused dog-coffins reclaimed from the family pet cemetery.
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