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James Delingpole

On a beach with no phone signal, I rediscovered the wonder of boredom

11 August 2018

9:00 AM

11 August 2018

9:00 AM

After an hour’s beach work I was just about done. I’d read some book, I’d skimmed the papers, I’d eaten some bits of cheese on some oat biscuits (the closest I’ll concede to picnics, which I hate), I’d drunk some water as per my instructions from the Fawn (‘Drink some water! You never drink enough water’), I’d dried off from the swim, I’d got a pair of very numb buttocks after sundry failed attempts to get comfy on the not very flat rock: surely I’d done enough now to earn my release?

But I knew I’d never be allowed to get...

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