“Jack. I want you to draw me. Like one of your French girls.”
“What, like this?”
“Erm. Not really what I had in mind, no.”
Abseiling into trouble, a sewer rat staring at the stars.
Disgusting. You can assist my search for the one ring by buying a Kindle version of this diary from here.
It has some other stuff in it, and a dreadful cover.