05 October 2002

Friday night I put a clean shirt on and went up the Griffin. On Friday nights the Griffin is taken over by bikers. You know the kind of thing. You go in and it’s all heavy rock, leather and the smell of skunk. The bikers were singing a song about the landlord on Friday. To

Dear Mary… Q. In the course of a typical week I normally spend a good deal of time travelling around the country by train. During these trips I frequently find that my mobile telephone has run short of battery because of the high volume of calls I have to make. Being on a train I