THE TIME MACHINE AT YOUR LOCAL POST OFFICE (# 74,998)

This morning, at Maria’s Café in Borough Market, I met a lovely old boy called Lord Lucan. He wore a white bib-of-a-beard and laughed like a kookaburra. We exchanged stories and addresses and I promised I’d write him a postcard. He told me to use the ‘LOCAL’ correspondence rule. Once, if you wrote ‘LOCAL’ on your card the card would get there that day and even more remarkably, your pal could send a ‘LOCAL’ card back the same day. 2 cards in one day, one afternoon even. How bloody time-lordly brilliant is that?

December 22, 2008
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