I'm looking at page 100: it is festooned with red biro lines and scribbles and it doesn't look like fun. After so much writing yesterday, I might have a 'lite' day today and spend a bit of time on playing and writing songs instead.
Yes.
Here is a Newellism to start the day off:
'I saw John Cooper Clarke coming up the hill.
It was misty.
I thought it was him, and he thought it was me.
We got up close, and it was neither of us'.
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