In Hospital
18/8/94-19/8/94
18 August 1994 - IN HOSPITAL
I reported my awful findings to Bildaros, the Norse god of friction.
He says the hospital I'm staying at could do a bit better. For instance, they should have someone called Mr Beebee to blow on the doctors' overalls.
19 August 1994 - IN HOSPITAL
I've still got my white coat on, so I must be in hospital.
I can't remember what happened last night - but just take a look at my eyes! They're like two bibs on a pontoon! Perhaps it's best if you don't look at me now.
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