I’m leaving, no I’m not, yes I am. No I’m not.

Wednesday, 29 September 1993 Dear S, How was your birthday mate?  How’s it feel to be TWENTY-FIVE (as opposed to twenty)? I hope it was a good one.  How’s everything going?  Mum told me you got another job and with a good long Corporate Ladder to climb and plenty of backs to sink knives into, the way it should be.  Personally, I’m still plodding away … Continue reading I’m leaving, no I’m not, yes I am. No I’m not.