Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak — Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
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Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak.This goes on until I kick the bucket.FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT

— Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
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