Wednesday 11 November 2009

Love does not alter when it alteration finds

O no, in the face of teenage adversity, it is an ever fixed mark. I want answers and I want them fast. Teenage nightmare has come to light. Letter from headmaster. Your son has been absent , well cutting to the chase for, most of the term and he won't be doing any exams. Are they insane in that bastion of comprehensive idealism - that boy is a genius. Jesus Christ.

Boy am I mad, hopping mad. What the hell - where have you been all day - at the vicarage.

The vicarage, the fucking vicarage...right. I'm off to see that idiot vicar.

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