…We discussed the leavers’ assembly this morning.
Me, Eddie and Phillip are trying to put a sketch together, but it is not turning out well…
So well, in fact, no further trace of it survives either in my diary or my memory.
I’m imagining a scenario in which the three of us went off somewhere, probably a corner of the playground, to “workshop” a few ideas and try out a few gags.
At some point we would have realised, no doubt angrily, that it wasn’t working. Then one of us would have gone off in a sulk.
Yes, it would probably have been me.