Diary: November 2002

Can I Have Your Sweater, Cos It's Cold Cold Cold In My Hole Hole Hole

Oh My God.

He drank some home-made dandelion wine. Half a bottle of. He is now very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very (use your imagination) very drunk. He says the wine is excellent.

He is actually quite frightening.

He has just attempted to prove to me that his hair does not come out, by pulling fistfulls of his hair out and shouting 'SEE! NO HAIRS!'

Oh sweet jesus, he just started on my hair.

This is not a good thing.

The other not good thing is that ...

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