I've only made it to work for one day so far. The same thing happened in Easter: I show up, get a niggling sore throat, and then suffer a full-blown head cold. I blame the building's air conditioning.
Oh yeah, on Friday last week I got a call from Rose. A friend of ours in Copenhagen had alerted her that the evil Barrs had written about me. They said some nice things, which was very gracious of them considering the rude things I've said about them. Arseholes.
I'd dispute the 'extensive exhibition history'. And as for the 'signature style well in place', we'll see about that.
This morning a friend of mine forwarded an email he'd sent to them:
Hi, great post. Absolute scream. However if you want to properly colonise this guy you're going to need a David Cauchi in your collection. I have several and would be willing to sell one of them to you. Let me know if you're interested.
The offer was politely declined.
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