Funny that

Today: Buckingham Palace. Formal, decadent, but I got to shake hands with such people as Mario Petrucci and Wendy French. You cannot get more establishment than the Queen. Kayo and Myself stood there afterwards wondering how we’d got there. The answer is obvious, but it’s a little too good. I got home and looked in the mirror and realised with some horror that the photographs of the event will be mad: my hair was everywhere. And I wore Doc Martens. The meeting with the big Q left me hollow, though it was nothing compared to the boy who ate too many canapés and threw up on me.

Edit:

- You can trust Shirley to provide some decent criticism
- Today, at the call centre:

Natalia: ‘You know, every time someone sneezes and the person doesn’t say thank you a fairy dies.’
Truan: ‘No way. ..’
Natalia: ‘Yeah, I know, just imagine..’
Truan: ‘But it can’t be – otherwise they’d be extinct!’