It’s 3.30 and we are up because Mark has to get to Leeds airport. It’s a mild morning and a light night; no clouds and lots of stars.
We had fish and Chips last night but Peter opened his up and changed his mind. Mark and Steph had curry. She mugged Nick Tilsley in Coronation Street and was a hippy in Heartbeat. Peter was a Hasidic Jew in Once Upon a Time In America. Signe, Mark and I have no such claims to fame. I’d been in Anlaby Police Cells, once.
Steph is drinking coffee with me, she’s having a moan about the cats that live here. Peter is trying to get a gallery in Seattle to return his paintings. Mark and Signe are in the kitchen. It’s 4:03 and they told me we were leaving at 4. I’ve been up an hour. We had better be leaving on time.
I am looking forward to seeing my mate Adrian tonight. I am going to put him on the guest list. I’ve also just finished Glue and Trainspotting and so have got my Edinburgh accent down. Fried Mars bars, here we come.
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“… have got my Edinburgh accent down”.
Again, I think it’s an impression about the same level as Scotty from Star Trek. Take that how you will.