Day 996

Didn't wake up till 11am after staying up till two watching Paul Calf and Get Carter. Wonderful sense of background in the former.

A Giro came but also the Black Spot, the Restart letter. Cashed the former in a cold sunny morning and felt as if back in happier 1988 or 1989 days.

And so: 1994. In June I got the job at Alphabet City. Three weeks later I was back on the dole but I got a SW radio, programmable calculator, mouse and scanner.

Labour won every election in sight, culminating in the triumph of Dudley. A fitting tribute to John Smith, whom we mourned in May. A fine man. And so we continue to await the Day, with Tony Blair, whose fault is not what he might do but what he might omit to do.