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Tuesday, 17 March 2015

In which One agrees with Frank…

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Heddons Mouth again, Dear Reader, as seen by the A of the F.  Mean, moody and magnificent, just like the cove himself…

Those of you paying attention to One’s doings will recall that’s where we went on Sunday to cleanse our souls in the clean sea air.

Well, this is it, Dear Reader, One’s last day of ferkling about being an Artist, for tomorrow One begins, once again, life in the world of paid employment.

No more waking up on a Monday and throwing a hand grenade in the withdrawing room at the Manor to tidy it up a bit…

No more tenderly ironing himself’s shirts and folding his shreddies and socks…

One shall be up at the crack and then walking the mile to the new place of incarceration for the foreseeable…

AND, since One shall be the grateful recipient of the minimum wage (not even the living wage) One has been having a little rekky about which of One’s vile habits One shall be able to continue…

One hour’s hard labour won’t even pay for a packet of fags, so that’s out.

Similarly, an hour won’t afford a bottle of Pinot, so that shall be a distant memory, or at the very least, confined only to the weekends (when One isn’t working, of course)

We have agreed, the A and me, that we shall both adopt this stringent regime, since we are both given to excess or nothing…

All or nothing at all, half a love never appealed to me’ so says Frank Sinatra, and One must agree…

 

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