Wednesday October 1, 2008
“Cheer up, chicken,” I said. ”It’ll go through, you wait and see.”
“I know,” he said. ”I’m ready. I’m waiting.”
A little while later I was singing quietly to myself:
“Heart of oak are our ships, jolly tars are our men,
We always are ready, Steady, boys, steady,
We’ll fight and we’ll conquer again and again!”
“Are you taking the piss?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
