They’ve just crashed Damien Rice now. Forgivable.

2,000 words. Home straight. Three hours til McBreakfast. I could murder an Irn Bru. Or just anything without caffeine in it. A caffeine-free Diet Coke at a push.

Did I mention I’m doing all this on the dregs of a hangover? Pond and I went to Rob Manuel’s birthday party last night and then rounded the evening off drinking absinthe. That’s what writers do, right? Write.


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