(Guest post by Tama Boyle.)
I wrote the following on Tuesday 27 April 2004:
I have five cigarettes to last me till morning:
But 18 bottles of beer
The Kropotkin cryptic this week vexes me. The day today is Tuesday already and I still have two more clues to get. How utterly irksome. There is nothing more pathetic to me or so lonely as an incomplete crossword puzzle. Moreover, its wretchedness is only matched by the fact that I find so inconsequential a thing as an incomplete crossword puzzle so pitiable.
What a strange and sad man I once was. Well, I’m off to drink some cider and play some darts.