January 17th, 1981

[londonberry]

So I'm fiddling around with my nails. Mr. Crouch came by. Argued with Minister. Eavesdropped at door. Can't believe I have to send out invitations soon. Another gala

Comments

[fantastic_newt]

I'm dearly sorry if I offended you, Newt. I mean, school lessons are a bit hazy after five or six years. No offense, was meant, I assure you.
I'm sure they are.

How much kneazle is there in your cats, do you think?

[londonberry]

They're likely to be 1/6 Kneazle or something, as far as I can tell from their parentage, but seem more like 1/4. They're startlingly bright creatures.

[freespirit_news]

A gala? And of course, the press are invited? Real press, that is. Not the Profit scum

[londonberry]

Perhaps.

We are not quite certain at present.

[secretagent_man]

Talk? You mean you can't just take my lunch order here?

Excuse me?

[londonberry]

I don't take lunch orders. Period.

Re: Excuse me?

[secretagent_man]

So cruel.

Re: Excuse me?

[londonberry]

Maybe for you. If you ask nicely.