'Spec-u-la-tion has it, that they’re going to keep Europe under siege …’ she takes a long draught of an old beer, ‘… by stealing everyone’s telephone number.’ She looked around quickly to see if there were any spies listening in. ‘They’re going to set it all up on reclaimed land just off of Hemsby.’
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July 4th – I wish I could fly way up to the sky, but I can’t.
Mini Clubman and Mrs arrive. They stand next to me and say nothing, as if, for a moment, we all proudly drink in the vista of this great thing of which we are all a part.
July 3rd – God save Donald Duck, vaudeville and variety.
I am waiting for the stony-faced middle-aged man to turn up and say, ‘are you ready?’ And who, if pressed, would add, ‘you’re going to die in the next five minutes, we can do it the hard way, or the easy way, what’s it going to be?’ A dread fear consumes me.
July 1st – But if you don’t care a feather or a fig, You may grow up to be a pig.
He should be warned though, I am am notoriously heavy handed when it comes to inserting catheters, and I'm what you’d call a very strict observer of social distancing when close to deep water.
June 28th – Dear Lord and father of mankind, forgive our foolish ways.
Was it the Romans that created a Caucasian Messiah, or did that come later with their painters?
June 26th – too much monkey business, too much monkey business, too much monkey business for me to get involved …
Yesterday, I was a bouncy castle monitor, today, I have legal responsibility for all public liability on the site. He can’t see the difference.
June 25th – It’s just like a flim show, to protect the humble we change the name
This slack-jawed, puffy-faced, shambling idiot, who’s still promoting himself as someone to be reckoned with; this deluded, overweight, out of touch nobody, is you.
June 13th – It was a slow day, and the sun was beating, on the soldiers on the side of the road.
He seems to have but one attribute - an obvious schoolboy cunning, to put with his natural disposition: a sort of easy authority which belongs only to grown-ups.
June 11th – I’ve got no deeds to do, no promises to keep.
She’s a bit like me in that respect, in that she thinks that all offices are sub-branches of a nationally sponsored insane asylum.
9th June – So listen very carefully. Get closer now, and you will see what I mean. It isn’t a dream.
... or not actually stay in quarantine if they don’t feel it’s right for their personal circumstances. But otherwise it’s very strict. I swear by Almighty God that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to my foibles, wants and desires, according to law.
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