The inaugural…

…Cross posting.

I don’t know where to write or if to write. I keep opening a ‘write’ box, over here and over there, then leaving it hovering, waiting and impatient, feeling used and impotent.

But where do I go? What do I do? On the one hand there’s Bruce, the prodigal DiaryMaster. He left us but came back but with what motivation? What if OD doesn’t make the money he needs? And on the other hand there’s Josh. In the inimitable words of the song we used to stomp to in the pubs of Fulham (replacing the word Alice with Josh); Josh, Josh, who the fuck is Josh?!

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Please help me to trust again.