91.  A stratagem I learnt early in my life was to hoard every emblem of success and destroy all evidence of failure.

92.  A sudden feeling of grief swept all my anger away.

93.  A tea-bag, a spoon of Marvel milk-powder, and the green plastic mug was steaming triumphantly by my side.

94.  A tearful itch tickled my lids as spoked hangovers flashed past.

95.  A telephone call confirmed my suspicions.

96.  A thin man wearing half-moon spectacles and a dark blue three-piece suit made his way over towards my board.

97.  A thin, bad-tempered breeze blew sand into our faces and whipped up under my skirt.

98.  A thump close by gave me my chance.

99.  A tiny spider overnight built a most exquisite net over my table.

100.  A tomato juice by my side, I began slowly to turn the pages of the paper.