Well, it would, but as it turns out the stunning start to this journal will have to be postponed, since I really don’t know what I’m doing at the moment, and I have to go find out whether a teenager in Kentish Town can/has bothered to read the tension info on my tennis racquet…
If not, it might be in pieces and I’ll be forced to stab him with whatever’s left…
A Devereux of a hangover, eh? I like that!
Of course, this is how those strange industry stories start…
A Devereux of a hangover, eh? I like that!
Of course, this is how those strange industry stories start…