Thursday, 3rd April 1997
Couldn't believe it. Picked up a bottle of Cotes du Rhone in a Parisien supermarket next to the Pompidou for the equivalent of about 70p, not expecting anything really, and only got round to drinking it last night. And it was gorgeous (insert over-effusive description here, containing at least the words "fruity", "full-bodied" and "satisfying"). And we only bought the one bottle. Bugger.
Save it, I've got a weak finish.
So it's Thursday 9.20am. It feels like Wednesday 8.20am. The Pentagon released a statement yesterday declaring that UFOs are arse. The programme announcer last night on Channel 4 was wearing a Go West t-shirt. None of this helps.
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