Dear Morrissey,
There is little I can say or do to console myself.
I am poor. Not only in soul and talent, but (and this is infinitely more depressing) in wealth.
On Thursday mornings, my politics lecturer, Karl, talks nostalgically of student grants and anti-Thatcherism.
I don't know what's worse about 2010.
Having no money.
Or having nobody to blame for it but myself.
Yours Irrationally,
Jack x
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