I did complete half of the programme for my recital. All I have to do now are the potted case notes on the composers, and a potted biography of yours truly.
The frittata was very nice indeed. After I'd eaten I watched a brilliant documentary on Rameau. I also had a couple of ciders. I know I shouldn't be having any, but I did. So what.
The cunts upstairs got in at about half past eight, and didn't I know it. They were cunts. Bed at nine, listening to the racket from upstairs.
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