Day 1042

Cashed my Giro, went to Sainsburys. Did a spot of Latin, made some interesting discoveries about terminal velocities. Watched a spot of football violence on telly in the evening.

And now the end-of-diary-volume pontification. We started this volume in September 1993 and it covers the period of Isolation that began when M went away. Notably some horrible business at Alphabet City leading to bitter resentment. Isolation has had its moments, but on the whole it's bloody boring. Roll on the next stage.