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Be a star, and fall down somewhere next to me
On 2004-03-14 at 11:19 p.m.... So, the latest despatches from the front line of over-privileged English white boy ennui find your correspondent somehow accepted by two really good universities to learn how to be a lawyer. How, one asks oneself, did that happen? More to the point, where am I going to get the eye-watering tuition fees from? (at this point, the words 'Bank Loan' appear in the sky, slowly resolving themselves out of the rose-petal last light of day, then evanescing as silently as they appeared. A bird circles, hunting.) It's not emigration to San Francisco, but it's something to look forward to. Doing this internship in chambers has been one of the more amazing experiences I've had lately, and I get to join an Inn of Court, which is the linguistic embodiment of high, vaulted ceilings and passing the port to the left if ever I heard it. Housewarming party last night, full of arty types (YAWN). Long periods of Sunday Times-based inactivity, interrupted only by a guilt-induced trip to the gym and a few visitors. A good weekend, all told. Dinner with the blonde tomorrow. She's fun. Maybe in another life, or something. I don't know. Then preparation for another law-based...thing. I am so frightened of judges. It's a good job my mob career never really took off.
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