Ray Mears - My Fake Diary

Friday, 9 May 2008

As I was finishing the new sculpture with bracken and a few sticks, I heard a ghostly wailing.

It kept asking for Heathcilff............... It was strange. I don't know anyone called Heathcliff, and still the crying and calling out when on and on. I set the Rabbit trap outside, and waited for my lunch to walk into it. It is at times like this that I really miss Compo and Clegg and all of those chaps.

God, I even miss Piers Morgan, and that is saying something. No, it reall is................