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welcome to sheffield
room without a view
i commend the photographer who produced the novotel brochure: seems you can polish shit
spent the morning in a cold west wing, while the moth man came to spray our side clear of the infestation who have been enjoying all our finest clothes, and carpets (before i pulled them all up)
went to canterbury hospital to be discharged, finally: woo hoo: no more crutches
got changed into a suit and took two trains to sheffield
checked into novo-hell, looking forward to the main event tomorrow: my reckless driving, county court judgement case: ms............ vs ralph perou
dinner was a very unsatisfactory spaghetti carbonara for one in the bar, washed down with two very unsatisfactory 'cosmopolitans'