It seems that my tenure as Possibly The World's Only Male Secretary may be drawing to a close. The latest replacement secretary - well, PA in this case - arrived earlier this week, and her talcum-scented, cat-obsessive presence means that my days in Probate are numbered. Next week, I shall be sitting in a chair spinning around inanely and
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Aaargh. I hate the postal service. I've just splurged some of my hard-won student loan cash on a swish new digital camera - it's metallic blue! And takes photos, but that's a secondary concern - but it was due to get here about four days ago and it hasn't, funnily enough. After e-mailing the wondrous people at Amazon they gave me a tracking
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This evening, I sat three rows behind Tom Stoppard in a small theatre in town at a performance of one of his plays (Galileo, based upon a screenplay he wrote back in the Seventies which was never filmed
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