415 I have been into Spencers today to be measured for some flannels
416 The back streets of places like Rotherham
417 Teaching is a terrible compromise
418 Please go on holiday for me and I will get a vicarious tan
419 Margaret is in Paris, indolent and not giving a damn
420 I need black-out blinds and medication
421 I rise at 02:30, eat and begin
422 Uncle Walt seems none too well. I fear he may pop soon
423 My room is a battle zone
424 They are sending me to Mansfield. Mansfield!
425 Johnny has gone to Nigeria to help the blacks
426 I will work in Regent's Park, shovelling elephant shit
427 Have you ever wondered where the seas came from?
428 Swift, the master of style, no other.
429 The weather is perfect, the people appalling
430 Street Noises
431 Hello, Jules, may I sleep on your floor?
432 I am back in London, without a cat but determined to be Mayor
433 All manner of blunders of taste
434 I may try to get into Television until I find my feet and a wife
435 I have £25 (a little thing in The Times...)
436 Then, as often as you can, just write
437 I have heard that Spain is cheap but Hungary even cheaper.
438 Shakespeare, Chaucer, Swift
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