I Seem To Have Spent

Well, I've Got A Color Telly, And A Fridge. I've Got Some Pork Chops In The Fridge, But The Chops Keep Going Off, So I Have To Keep Buying More.

Fairy-tales Are Nice.

I Suppose I Could've Done A Job. I Haven't Been Doing Any Work. I'm Not Really Used To Doing Quick Jobs And Then Stopping, But I'm Sure It Would Be Possible.

I'm Disappearing, Avoiding Most Things.

There's So Much Around, You Don't Know What To Listen To. All I've Got At Home Is Bo Diddley, Some Stones And Beatles Stuff, And Old Jazz Records.