Hello! I’ve come to serenade you. I can’t play guitar. I can’t play this either, but I thought it’d be less obvious.
I’ve got to get a girlfriend, just for the summer, until this wears off. She’ll be a summery girl. She’ll have hair. She’ll have summery friends who know how to be outside. She’ll play tennis and wear dresses and have bare feet, and in the autumn, I’ll ditch her, because she’s my summer girl!
Well, I hope you enjoy your weekend repricing every single individual book in the shop, because they’ve all just gone up by a penny.
You! What did you say to Kate? She thinks I’m the Renaissance. She’ll think I’ve lied! I’ve had to go along with all this “reclusive genius” stuff. She’s going to be very upset when she finds out I’m just a reclusive wanker!