Drunken scrawl

I must have been very drunk at my friend the farmer's birthday dinner-party last Saturday evening. I've just found a scrap of paper in my pocket on which I appear to have noted down in almost undecipherable scrawl a snippet of conversation which I must have overheard:

I've written my biography on my computer: everything I've ever done since I was born…

It's 38 pages!

(It's for the grandchildren really.)

You see, even when I'm totally shit-faced, I'm still thinking of you chaps.

Richard Carter

A fat, bearded chap with a Charles Darwin fixation.

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