It is 2013. That means it is almost 2020 when we will all travel in hovering cars and wear plastic clothing. I know this because in 197I stood by Beccles swimming pool, my blue and pink rubber ring had deflated and hung round my waist like a skirt. I looked down at it and asked my mother if in 2020 everyone would be wearing skirts like this and have cars that flew. "I expect so." She said, absently, taking a puff on her Silk Cut and narrowing her eyes against the smoke. "Now why don't you have a swim darling?"
So, anyway. Years later and I am on "The God Diet" it's better than other diets because I made it up and will be enlightening my reader over the coming weeks while the weight falls off and I reach spiritual nirvana or similar at the same time.
2013 means nothing to me, it is not a year from which I expect much other than peace of mind and elegant thinness, but we shall see.
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