I’m an adult, and adults get their own way, that was one of the first lessons of our childhood.

Thursday, 2 March 1995, 9:50AM S, Hi. It’s late in the week to be starting a new letter, but it’s been an uneventful week. Not much to speak of really. I’ve been trapped into going to one of Brett’s gigs tomorrow night, which is not something I look forward to, being surrounded by headbangers, trying not to get too pissed, ‘cos if you get too … Continue reading I’m an adult, and adults get their own way, that was one of the first lessons of our childhood.