8/11/2004
 
Love is a care package full of porn

“But who are you going to have sex with?” demands Sam, after I tell him about the trip.

“I’m not sure. Probably no-one.” Sam looks aghast. Actually aghast. “My Mother is almost certainly putting up posters announcing my arrival as we speak, so that might at least increase my chances.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Well, write. Sit on a beach. Spend time with my family. Not go on the Tube. It means I get three summers in a row…”

Sam is still not convinced.

“You’re coming back though, right?”

“Oh yeah, absolutely. My outstanding UK debts will necessitate I return before they send over the big scary bailiffs.”

“Ok. Six months.”

“Six months.”
 

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