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Happier if fragile this morning. Please don't let there be any need for blood tests today. I'll come out three parts alcohol to one part Soho MSG. End of a delightful era; farewell writing course; farewell Groucho. I could always sign up for the next level ..
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Cat's sitting staring at his crunchies, hoping they magically transform into, what? Chicken breasts? Lightly steamed trout?
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Never e-mail drunk. Luckily my recipients know me of old, and there were only a couple. Christ, I hope there were only a couple. What possessed me?
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Must be off to meet Pp & Mr Trustworthy.
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