Which of you charming boys and girls wants to keep me company tonight over a pint? Or six? I solemnly swear I will be as well behaved as an extremely well behaved person on their best behavior. Unless asked otherwise.
Oh, and points for the explosion last night. Couldn't have done better myself. A little over-dramatic even for my taste, but each to his own.
When I figure out which one of you pathetic little insects felt you had the liberty to place explosives anywhere near my flat, you will wish you'd never been born.
Would anyone like a couple of paintings? They're a touch abstract, if you're into that sort of thing. One's a bit Rothko-esque, the other's just my own thing. They're called "Getting pissed" and "oh my god my head". Free to a good home.
Building C is still structurally sound. There is some minor damage to a few interior walls on floors three, four and five, but none of them are load-bearing. For anyone who has not yet been round to look at the suddenly-shorter building, I would advise caution. There is an awful lot of broken glass and debris still lying about.
I HAD THE FUNNIEST DREAM I WAS BIG AND SO WAS MORDRED AND PEOPLE WERE WEIRD AND SIRIUS WAS REALLY WEIRD AND SO WAS MR. EAMES AND THEN MORDRED WAS EVEN BIGGER BUT BEFORE THAT HE KISSED ME AND I COULD DO HANDSTANDS AND DREW LOTS AND LOTS OF PICTURES AND MS. ARIADNE GAVE ME ICE CREAM!!!!