These have been collected at theatres and forwarded on: He was exactly the right size for the venue. I forgot to ask how the goats delayed his tutu beading. He does like his carrots! His writing is like very dark Jilly Cooper. I suppose at his age he has no choice. I was going to tell him there is actually a direct bus here from Abergavenny, but thought better of it. What an interesting racial mix he is - half Maori, half Jewish. Does the Virgin Mary really wear espadrilles? I think I might have seen something a bit like him once. He'll either have to sort the accent, or move that Marine from Manchester. I'm so pleased we stuck to our guns and wouldn't give him the keys to the CD player. He coped very well against the sounds of Margaret in the kitchen with her doings. ...
Just a flaneur, flanning away.