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| Well, the month has ambled its way to an inevitable end, and if this were a Politics 101 essay this sentence would undoubtedly have started "in conclusion therefore,". Not that any of this was ever supposed to have had any point, although it has been quite fun to try and disguise the memory of work and everything banal here. Once again , I have not managed to avail myself of a cunning plan to escape, but await that to materialise in some moment of inspiration, probably somewhere under Kings Cross St Pancras. |
| Leila & Curtis (pictured above in the garden this afternoon) have returned from a weekend away and I have been severely admonished for allowing both a Doner Kebab |
| and a Pot Noodle to grace my stomach. Am I trying to feel shamefaced? What do you think? Well, my dwindling, happy band of surfers, that is everything for May, I fear. I'm finishing this with the slightly funereal musical backdrop of Schubert's Death and the Maiden,(Leila has told me to turn it down by the way) but June & July hold much promise . The Daily Mikeograph is dead. Long Live Mike's Very Sad Little World! |
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