Biography: or, "What I did on my holidays"

Typing up a 'memoir' as a favour to an old acquaintance, consisting almost entirely of a recital of holiday destinations -- all of which are summarised as 'very interesting' with the exception of a new car park and shopping centre which rose to the rank of 'totally amazing' -- plus a deadpan litany of intervening deaths of friends and relatives, 'but life goes on'. I now know the names of a great many travel companies and the en suite status of a good many bathrooms, but practically nothing else.

Unbelievably boring stuff -- like typing out years of somebody's engagement diary, which is where I suspect is exactly where most of it came from.