I've always thought that it would be impossible to be depressed in the sun. Today I mooched down to the shops in 27° heat just praying that a stray cloud would drift by and find its way to blocking out the light. It is a terrible thing when the world seems to contradict your entire existence. Thats really what it feels like.
Oh God, tonight will surely be the saddest dinner ever.
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Tristram's Birthday: Sunday 3rd October

Cheap jam sponge or something a little more exciting? How will Mr Spencer celebrate his 32nd year in hell?
Trolley Dash August 2010

Did Tristram accidently pick up a REAL bargain?
Brian the Postboy's gift to John: an ankle bracelet inscribed 'Super Dong'

Scrap metal or has John been 'tagged'. Is Tristram Spencer really the only fated man in town?
The Dangerous Dandy by Barbara Cartland
Will Tristram finally be brought to account for his love of Babs? And: is 25 years hard labour enough?
An Influx of Pigeons

Is there still some hope for the fated Mr Spencer?
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