I think I’ve done a bad thing. Peter wanted to go out for a drink this evening, and I said yes. Then I suggested that Sean might like to come along. Peter said yes [who the hell is Peter]. Sean said yes [who the hell is Sean]. Then I thought – cool! I can get a great big group together and we can go wander the streets of Soho. So I sent Max a text message [who the hell is Max]. And he’s coming as well. At the time it seemed like a really good idea, but now the whole idea is making me incredibly nervous. Cornwell, one of my oldest friends, has disavowed all responsibility for what may happen. As he puts it – “self-immolation is for girls”…
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