He has one of his sketch books open with a picture on one page called 'Introvert' - an exquisite Rotring drawing of a man relieving himself in close proximity to a urinal. On the opposite page under the title 'Extrovert', his alter ego stands ten feet back, gushing a fountain of water into the trough. I'm laughing my head off. That drawing kills me every time. Next thing, we're packing up the Austin Cambridge with some tatty old suitcases and heading off down Vedas Lane, towards the horizon. Goodbye cruel world. Au Revoir: we're escaping, didn't you know?
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