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Chapter Seven
I was having a general brain storm about what annoyed me so much about stuff in London, the media. I wasn’t getting anywhere. It was half two, and I’d have to be up for at least eleven, to be ready for midday when Ms. Farthington-Piddlesworth walked in through the front door.
‘No really, that is her name.’
I remember telling Charlotte when she was asking me how my new life was going, and then we both collapsed with laughter onto my sofa...to which I had to then re-straighten the cushions, which sort of destroyed the moment a bit.
TEENAGE CRIME!!
That would be it. And along the way I would criticize the media for always having a go at everyone of my generation telling us that we are all drunken yobs who stab everyone. Yes, that would work. Yes, that would be perfect. Though I’d have to hope that it hadn’t been scheduled for my birthday, I would probably have to go and have sex with Mark to go and change his ideas for the scheduling. And that was not something I wanted to do, no matter how much he was or wasn’t bisexual.
‘No really, that is her name.’
I remember telling Charlotte when she was asking me how my new life was going, and then we both collapsed with laughter onto my sofa...to which I had to then re-straighten the cushions, which sort of destroyed the moment a bit.
TEENAGE CRIME!!
That would be it. And along the way I would criticize the media for always having a go at everyone of my generation telling us that we are all drunken yobs who stab everyone. Yes, that would work. Yes, that would be perfect. Though I’d have to hope that it hadn’t been scheduled for my birthday, I would probably have to go and have sex with Mark to go and change his ideas for the scheduling. And that was not something I wanted to do, no matter how much he was or wasn’t bisexual.