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Short one today, I’m training someone to sit down in front of a computer and watch their life ebb away.

Lovely weekend, IC and I went out to eat twice which was a bit reckless; between us we had Partridge, Monkfish, pizza, sea bass, crab mash, lardons (which gave me hard-ons) and drank wine, tea and rain flying horizontally into our mouths. It was ludicrously cold throughout but I’m still sad to see the back of it.

The cunts (whoever they may be).