I Had Gone To Oxford To Read

Ok. Don't Panic. Don't Panic. It's Only A Visa Bill. It's A Piece Of Paper; A Few Numbers. I Mean, Just How Scary Can A Few Numbers Be?

I Don't Speak Japanese, I Don't Know Anything About Japanese Business Or Japanese Culture. Apart From Sushi. But I Can't Exactly Go Up To Him And Say "sushi!" Out Of The Blue. It Would Be Like Going Up To A Top American Businessman And Saying, "t-bone Steak!

Everyone's Moving On Without Me, Into A World I Don't Understand.

Everyone Knows Revenge Is A Dish Best Served When You've Had Enough Time To Build Up Enough Vitriol And Fury.

I Feel All Agitated, Like One Of Those Snow Globes You See Resting Peacefully On Shop Counters. I Was Perfectly Happy Being An Ordinary, Dull Little Swiss Village. But Now Jack Harper’s Come And Shaken Me Up, And There Are Snowflakes All Over The Place, Whirling Around Until I Don’t Know What I Think Anymore. And Bits Of Glitter, Too. Tiny Bits Of Shiny, Secret Excitement.