Monday, October 09, 2006
<-- fruit rollups at The Channon market
On the weekend Dale Wilson, the naughty kid with the blond cowlicks who sat down the back of the class and spent maths lessons tying hairs around flies to make them buzz in circles in hot summer classrooms, rang me up. Our twenty-year reunion is in three weeks.
I only have twenty-one days to drop two dress sizes, do a PhD and amass a string of awe-inspiring achievements.