successfully avoided spending hours reading irrelevant books, i even managed to read what i was meant to have read many, many months ago. however i then wandered off and ended up at beatnik emporium having the time of my life in the fancy dress section.
becky’s ‘through the decades’ party is next weekend. i arrived home and realised that i’ve somehow lost my flapper dress, but i’ve managed to pull together an 80’s outfit - doc martens, ripped jeans, and a choice of a tartan jacket or my shell suit jacket.. i finally see truth in what those drunk men outside the angel inn said.. damn, apparently i do look like i’m living in the 80’s.. this is not a good thing.
i still don’t know who Pericles is though.
