Shame

Oh, the shame of it. I think I need counselling to get over my self-loathing.

Someone left a newspaper on the train yesterday evening, which in the interest of recycling, I picked up and scanned through. I became so engrossed that I didn’t notice that we’d reached Southampton, and if the train hadn’t terminated there, I’d have missed my stop.

So what was it that was so fascinating? ”The Wit and Wisdom of Jeremy Clarkson”

It you see me on “Oprah Winfrey”, don’t jeer too much. I’m trying to purge my shame.

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