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Of late, I have been learning some fascinating facts. For example, last week I took a trundle down to Virginia Woolf’s house in Rodmell where I met a Polish man sitting in the corner of Ginny’s crib, by the washstand. He had floppy hair and kept crossing and uncrossing his legs, so much so that I couldn’t concentrate on the Japanese version of ‘To the lighthouse’ which I’d picked up, and found myself wondering about the state of his testicles. Anyway, Stanilaus told me that Ginny was not only bi-polar but also a bit anorexic and that Leonard kept records of what she ate for breakfast and when she had her periods. Interesting! In another room, I discovered that Leonard used to rescue off-colour fish from his pond and nurse them back to rude health in a goldfish bowl that he kept in the living room. How you can tell a fish is a bit off-colour, I don’t know but obviously, Leonard was at one with nature. A couple of days later, I discovered that Roedean School for girls is awash with Chinese lesbians. And yes, it’s true, they do have a tunnel that runs from the school down to the beach to preserve the modesty of the gels when they are sea bathing. This knowledge sent me off into a nostalgic reverie involving Enid Blyton, lacrosse fields and mardy-arse girls called Gwendoline getting spanked with a hairbrush – although not wielded by a Chinese lesbian because they didn’t exist in the 1950s!
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