april's the cruelest month//He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went

instead of going down the corny route and quoting further t.s.eliot here's boobs (partly at least)

all in a week.

highlights include--running through the fields at 6.30 in the morning, much bleary eyed (kind of good), dreams of places called mykolaiev and kaluga (not good not good), and a prospect of tuesday night (very soon very good).

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2kg of dynamite make a heck of a noise