People are asking me questions.
“Yes,” they say, “it’s all very well, all this business with burgling and urine portage and the lesser-known works of Danny DeVito, but didn’t you used to be an unrequited novelist?”
“Well – ” I say, but they interrupt me.
With The Last Monk still in dry dock with the Mysterious Assessors, I’ve been casting about for work to stave off the necessity to sell my body for tiny morsels of food and suddenly, two days ago, it came. The opportunity to write cricket articles for crikey.com.au.
Act 1, Scene 1
M: That was the funniest thing I’ll ever say, wasn’t it?
A: Probably, yes.
C: I can’t see you topping it.
B: You’ll never be that funny ever again. It’s all downhill from here.
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