Thinking He's "Byron"
3/11/94-5/11/94
3 November 1994 - THINKING HE'S "BYRON"
The Big Bird fraud got a bit hairy, and I ended up getting smacked on the skull by a monk.
At least so I've been told - as far as I'm concerned, I'm Lord Byron. I've been out today hawking my new collection of poems round the publishers. I call it "Byron Is As Byron Says".
4 November 1994 - THINKING HE'S "BYRON"
Eh! You there - come by. I am Byron, and I have had some trouble convincing publishers to take my new work.
One of them objected to the repeated references to his wife. Another said it was inappropriate to call truck drivers "Yorkie boys".
5 November 1994 - THINKING HE'S "BYRON"
Really, I am having the most extraordinary time. I went to a literary function in honour of Guy Flapton, the man who attempted to blow up Albert Square on the same day Guy Fawkes tried to destroy Radio 1 FM.
Flapton has written a booksie, okay?
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