I Ran Like A Thing That Runs.

It Was Clearly One Of Those Mornings When I Was Particularly American.

What Are You?" I Asked. "i'm The Ghost Of The Night Before Exams." "and How Long Did It Take You To Come Up With That?" Jazza Asked. "i'm A Busy Man," He Replied.

I Had One Class In The Morning, The Mysteriously Named "further Maths". It Was Two Hours Long And So Deeply Frightening That I Think I Went Into A Trance.

English Rain Feels Obligatory, Like Paperwork. It Dampens Already Damn Days And Slicks The Stones.

I Feel Warm And Reassured," I Whispered. "he's Like Santa.