This afternoon, I had my own smallscale Twitter moment; let's relive it in real time: 4:21PM: 4:22PM: (Just to clarify, we're not imprisoning him.) 4:24PM: Look at it. It was a work of art. LOOK AT IT. 4:24PM: My money's on him having eaten it. 4:25PM: It was the healthiest Filofax on the planet. 4:27PM: It was all the colours of the rainbow. Literally. 4:27PM: Apart from the ones you can't see. Which is ironic, as now you can't see it. 4:36PM: If I run out of time to write a new show for Edinburgh, can I just dispense seven-day pill-organisers to the audience like a shopping channel made flesh? 4:42PM: I've ordered a new one. Fuck it. 4:43PM: LOSE THIS ONE, DAD, AND YOU'LL RUE THE DAY. 4:46PM: (I've also ordered him some scourers, but I'm worried the colour scheme will confuse it.) 4:46PM: WHY MUST EVERYTHING BE SO JOLLY? 4:52PM: Perhaps I can develop a mechanism that'll dispense tablets directly to his mouth...
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