Sunday, June 24, 2007


Why does it always rain on me?

It is a genuine delight to wake up on the day of my first barbecue of the summer to see it pouring down outside.

And to add to what will doubtless be a day of many drips, I am leafleting in an hour - distributing papier mache with my barely-discernable face on it through the doors of Prestwich.

For once, today only, I'm with the "Sunday as day of rest" people.


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