Job.
In London.
I will have.
Whahay.
Just you watch me.
Working for
peanuts (lunch allowance)
headache. Haircut not helping with that.
Cannot
write
now. Too much snooker... Must think of CV possibilities.
Tear gas, tanks, trains, emissaries, Scotland.
That's all I'm saying because somebody else is going to apply.
It's only an excuse to live in London. A silly idea because I love Alix now.
Bugger.
My life at present is as good as dreaming vividly of Erin's breasts, as I did yesterday morning.
