Hey! Jack the Wanker! Over here! I want your autograph!

I had one class in the morning, the mysteriously named "Further Maths". It was two hours long and so deeply frightening that I think I went into a trance.

Irony is the word I forget the meaning of immediately after I look it up, but I kind of feel like I live in a constant state of it.

One of them hung a pink bra from our lighting fixture. I left it there. It was a nice bra

It was as if the news itself wanted to reassure me. Even Jack the Ripper himself had reappeared as part of the greeting committee.

Some nutter's gone and pulled a Jack the Ripper.

It makes you very cool," he said, taking big, jumping steps to get in front of me. "CNN would interview you, for sure. Daughter of Flobie! But don't worry. I'll keep them back!