22 Apr
1998
22 Apr
'98
10:58 a.m.
What a Beautiful day. Far too good to be sitting in some dreary office watching the glorious sunlight from the window. No, I want to be in a park taking dogs for a walk, playing with frisbies and footballs, and drinking fine bottled cold French larger. Life is so unfair in the working world and it's times like this that I wish I was still a student so that I could just take the afternoon off and doss and listen to Belle & Sebastian whilst the Sun burns my skin. If it's gong to be a day like this when picnic time comes I'll defiantly make the effort to be there(London). Huw