I have been working in the most beautifully situated college in the country, perhaps even in the world.
To sleep perchance. Dream on. Like the vast majority of decent ratepayers, I rarely get a good night’s kip.
I have reached a point of crisis in my early morning routine. Before elaborating, allow me first to define my terms.
The question is: could a man in my position be seen attending a concert, or “gig”, featuring psychedelic rock music tinged with Swedish folk influences?
As usual, I should have got a man in. I am painting all the doors in my home. It’s not so much a competence thing as a time thing. Never realised there were so many doors. I only meant to paint one or two, but liked the results so much, I thought I’d do the rest.
The gardening implements at Swanky Towers have Rab McNeil feeling slight pangs of envy – though he wonders if they would work for him anyway.