To a person like me there are few sounds more distressing
than that of an unopened litre bottle of whisky falling onto a hard surface and
smashing. The terrible twins of mess and waste can lead a poor man’s mind into
a sorry state indeed. It’s happened to me twice in my life.
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My Calendar Notes
August 31st. Can it really be the end of summer? Did we have a summer this year? The last thing I remember was the Mayday Bank Holiday which was about a week ago, wasn’t it?
January 13th: Oh my giddy aunt, we’re not half way through winter yet. Will it never end? (Noted on January 13th 2026.)
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