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At the end of the Beatles, I really was done in for the first time in my life. Until then, I really was a kind of cocky sod.
I like to read my diary occasionally to remind myself what a miserable, alienated old sod I used to be.
It was very clear that this was a very, very old site. There were remains of sod walls. Fishermen assumed it was an old Indian site. Bu Indians didn't use that kind of buildings and houses.
People think I'm a miserable sod but it's only because I get asked such bloody miserable questions.
My great-grandmother grew up in a sod house in Nebraska. When she was a tiny girl - in other words, only four human generations ago - there were still enough wild bison on the Plains that she was afraid lightning storms would spook them and they would trample her home.
Recently, my personal advisors have been telling me to go to America. Actually, people have been walking up to me in the street and telling me to sod off, but that's the same thing, isn't it?
I'm a lazy sod.
Maybe that is why kids like Dumbledore: because he is funny rather than a miserable old sod with a long white beard.
Of course, with well-masticated food playing the role of social glue, it's absolutely essential that everyone clear their plate. Sod the starving kiddies in Africa - it's the overfed ones here we need to worry about.
