Chapter One

Mr. Mufkin reminded me today (through no fault of his own) how much of my bohemian pipe-dream has been drained from me. I seem to have lost the kick that keeps me in with those sexy, revolutionaries of tomorrow. Either that, or I'm more conservative than I let on. Still, I'd recommend you visit the writings of both Mufkin and Sheena Ammonia, as they're both very talented people. Even if they are social revolutionaries.

And speaking of becoming an old, moaning hack - why is nothing simple any more? Is it so difficult to organise one sodding thing? Yes. Of course it is. Because people are either too damn busy or ignorant. Well, I'm sure it'll get done one way or another.

The school... 'zine... is going to get off the ground on Friday. Or at least, it's being pitched as such. Naturally, this probably won't happen at all. Stay tuned for journalistic mishaps! Possibly including coffee and pretentiousness. But definitely no manwhores. You've got to draw the line somewhere.

"It must be a Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays."