I am going out again tomorrow. If you see me in the street, please do not impede my progress, I shall not be signing autographs nor engaging in idle chit-chat. I am a little concerned with the latest British pastime – shooting people. I don’t know why people require more excitement than can be obtained by a few games of cribbage, but I suppose I will just be called old-fashioned.
I have not yet had the opportunity to view tonight’s Horizon programme on the preposterous machine that the Swiss are building, and so you may never get to hear my views on it. In the event of my not being sniped tomorrow, then I shall endeavour to produce a full and unbiased report.
I have already made some arrangements for my funeral. An old friend has promised to travel from