Bunny

ut they were bored and it was quite shit and they thought it’d be quite funny to leave, and it sort of was, you know? Funny. Still quite an embarrassing one to explain to your parents. Where are all your friends? Um. Hiding. No. They’ve gone. Obviously. Where have they gone? Um. Home. Probably. Why? Why have they gone? Turn. Look parents in the eye. Because this was pointless. I basically turned it all on them. Which was fair enough. They’d made some effort. But the wrong effort. And so had I. I mean, it was mostly my fault. There was booze – but there were too many snacks and not enough Ann Summers’ toys or something. I don’t know.
Anyway, it’s not as bad as it sounds…

but he’d never use a phrase like blood sugar because it sounds too posh.

thinking. I don’t like thinking. I don’t like thinking. I don’t like thinking. I don’t like thinking. I don’t like thinking. I don’t like thinking. I don’t like thinking. I don’t like thinking. I don’t like thinking. I don’t like thinking. I don’t like thinking. I don’t like thinking. I don’t like thinking.
But I do. Think. All the time

But that’s basically because I feel suspense all the time.

I think life can be basically divided into two things – feelings – things: suspense – and surprise

Jew in Nazi Poland

hink too much about what my problems are, (iii) I think too much full stop.

And the water tastes like curry

Dad can feel multicultural

Fat Sheridan – who probably was my only real friend but who I only talked to in the library because the library was safe because no one saw us in there together and I didn’t think she was good enough for me –