Don’t Think About It. Don’t Think About

I've Always Had This Deep-down Conviction That I'm Not Like Everybody Else, And There's An Amazingly Exciting New Life Waiting For Me Just Around The Corner.

I'm Never Going To Believe A Poirot Mystery Again. Never. All Those Witnesses Going, "yes, I Remember It Was 3:06 P.m. Exactly, Because I Glanced At The Clock As I Reached For The Sugar Tongs, And Lady Favisham Was Quite Clearly Sitting On The Right-hand Side Of The Fireplace." Bollocks. They Have No Idea Where Lady Favisham Was, They Just Don't Want To Admit It In Front Of Poirot. I'm Amazed He Gets Anywhere.

Suddenly I've Had Enough Of All This. I've Had Enough Of Being Made To Feel Insecure And Paranoid And Wondering What's Going On

And Maybe Now You'll Start Treating Everybody With Respect. Not Just The People You Think Are Important.

I'll Have To Admit, He Really Does Have Quite A Smile.kind Of Heart-stopping, Especially As It Comes Out Of Nowhere. I Mean... You Know. If Your Heart Was In The Kind Of Place To Be Stopped.