EXTRACTS from a diary that have been sent to Northern Voices.
This is the diary of a man of our times.
Any resemblance to anyone living is, of course, purely coincidental.
Any resemblance to anyone living is, of course, purely coincidental.
Tuesday 22nd March 2016
The moaning minnies are at it again. Seems I can’t offer a pal a bed for the night without the losers having a whine. What is their problem?
Big man in the park, big man having a brew, big man here there and everywhere. What’s going on? Where am I in all this?
I’ll be getting a death threat next, you wait and see.
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