Not sure what to make of this! Anyhow can you email me for details of mine and Charlie's 40th on the 26th of this month. Sorry about the short notice, but as you know we are both useless.
Go up to London, to London, that great City, write, write, write. And behold I writ, and lo a hand was sent to me, and a roll of book was therein, which this fleshly hand would have put wings to, before the time. Whereupon it was snatcht out of my hand, & the Roll thrust into my mouth, and I eat it up, and filled my bowels with it, where it was as bitter as worm-wood; and it lay broiling, and burning in my stomack, till I brought it forth in this forme.
And now I send it flying to thee, with my heart, And all.
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Paul,
Not sure what to make of this! Anyhow can you email me for details of mine and Charlie's 40th on the 26th of this month. Sorry about the short notice, but as you know we are both useless.
Frank
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