What can I say? It hurts. Drugs, alcohol, homoeopathy and faith healing haven't fixed it. Roll on Tuesday's ultrasound and an operation..
In no particular order: which officious lunatic is in charge of signage at Mansell's? Who exactly is banksmam (Banksy's mum??) Perhaps they mean banksman (crane operator)..
For £675 Persephone will deliver all 78 of their titles direct to my door. For once, I resisted. But if anyone wants to treat me to any one of them, be my guest.
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If I can convince myself to write with relentless cheer, I can send it all off to Reader's Digest. They pay, you know!
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Woman in Queen's Square with two flat, floral arrangements, a London taxi and a red double-decker bus. I just knew they were for a child's funeral. So much for Reader's Digest.
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Drawn, magpie-like, to red/green/red/green. Suddenly, it's everywhere, reverberating from every surface. Stop. Go. Stop. Go. I don't know which to head for.
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And don't you just love the way someone painted 'Royal' onto the Homoeopathic Hospital after the Queen Mum gave them the nod.
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