I'm not entirely sure what I'm looking at.
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.
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.
... 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.
The apocalypse they have to prepare for though, similarly to the lunar pioneers, is what to do when the furloughed have had enough and decide to slice your head off with a sharpened edging spade.
The young people in the street are constantly in and out on their bikes, and their parents are hanging out and sitting on their garden walls talking to each other, like it’s the 1970s.
The unexpected loss that cannot be explained was down to me. I was the immovable object that met with their irresistible force.
In that way I can never be accused of being indolent - © brotherhood of lazy feckless bullshitters.
I need to say a word about the infringement of me human rights that I have endured since moving back in with the parents.
I turn to Frances and ask whether she works in a place like that, and she says, ‘no, I’d never remember the feeding times.’
they are considered to be the habits of the unhinged by the rest of the world, yet are not even questioned as the right way to describe things by us.
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