Last week nearly killed me. Way too much work, nowhere near enough sleep. On Saturday I sat with some people I haven’t seen for a while. Mere kids of 19 years old, working a bit in their gap years. Very respectable and a little conservative. Didn’t know there were young people like that any more. I knew I was in trouble when one asked if I had slept at all in the last week. Further chatting with the most annoyingly inoffensive person I’ve ever met went as follows:
Him- “How old are you then?”
Me- “Twenty-five. Why?”
Him- “We had a bet.”
Me- “What did you say?”
Him- “Thirty-one.”
Oh god.
So I’ve been relaxing, sleeping and eating vegetables. And now I have two days off, so have been making films, music, and stuff.

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3 Responses to

  1. Anonymous says:

    31?
    Harsh.
    March- Brighton v. West Ham. Prepare to make a weekend of it.
    Russ

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