with a full beard and handlebar moustache on each shin, Dennis Healey eyebrows, face a graveyard of dead skin cells, spots erupting, long curly fingernails like Struwelpeter, blind as bat and stupid runt of species as no contact lenses, flabby body flobbering around

what I would be like if left to revert to nature

The whole performance is so highly tuned you only need to neglect it for a few days for the whole thing to go to seed.

feet pumiced, skin exfoliated and moisturized, spots cleansed, roots dyed, eyelashes tinted, nails filed, cellulite massaged, stomach muscles exercised.

so much harvesting and crop spraying to be done

pressure must be hellish. Over and out

went all to pieces

Slunk into the office crippled with embarrassment about the message

I was seriously alarmed. Should I raise an alert?

What about my human right not to have to wander round with fearsome unattractiveness hang-up

precipitated

obsessed to him about my unattractiveness crisis

Tom, who has taken, unflatteringly, to calling himself a hag-fag,

Must centre myself more.

on permanent date-with-Daniel standby