October 1st – All that scratching’s making me itch.

Big Eggo was one of us, but he spoiled himself by too often behaving like the Germans on It’s a Knockout.

14th June – Mr Sandman, I’m so alone, Don’t have nobody to call my own.

‘You mean you don't know who you've abducted?' Abducted? - the unmeant haughtiness of the lonely and rejected.

26th December – Men drinking beer with a foam afloat heard.

Mini-clubman settles on the bar stool next to mine and threatens a conversation.