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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Tuesday, January 18, 2005
    Oli on his way
     
    I have been sleeted on (if that's a word); I have been buffeted by icy winds. I have stepped through winter slush and walked stooped, Lowry-character-like, through these streets all day. Now, burning gas and cash in a glowing hot house I refute everything I wrote yesterday and declare: I'd quite like to be Oliver today, who just flew out to Buenos Aires, to begin a year's travels in South America. Must satisfy myself with reading what he gets up to here.