A rather splendid poem.

Not being tied to the superficiality of surface image, I wouldn’t like to prescribe the appearance of my ideal woman. For something so special as love, image is secondary to the knowledge of perfect attraction.

Just so long as she owns a casino.

I have now been teetotal for 3 weeks, a period that has included several evenings in the pub, and one at a party.

What a success, then, for obstinance.

You never really know someone until you have lived with them.

After that you are the prime suspect.

Things that I am getting rather too good at

1. Falling off my bike.

In respect of the event of my death, I was reminded by a friend of another variation I had once suggested: being preserved (fully clothed, for modesty) in formaldehyde in a glass case set into the pavement. Some sort of street art. I was assured that in this day and age, as in the past, this was sick and would offend people. Still, I think that the option should at least be noted.

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