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Sunday, February 12, 2006
I am a rich, famous poet and author. I am extremely drunk and I can't find my way home.
Thank you, Fifi. I would imagine sitting opposite Jamie at a dinner party would be vomit-inducing as he licked his plate clean and patted his belly. Just when I think I've heard Dancing in the Moonlight for the last time, the office radio blares it out at the most inappropriate time (i.e. any bloody time).
I'm not Robbie's greatest fan but even I can see he puts on a decent show for his audience. I bet the song in between performances was Things Can Only Get Better.
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oho. ithankyew. i'm here all week. take my mother-in-law, etc, etc.
*smiles in self-satisfaction that geoff won't detect the jealousy caused by not thinking of that first*
are you jools oliver?
pretty sure those are the 'mews' where the fat-tongued lad 'lived' for his buff cook programme
He used to be my neighbour. He was also my mucker until he started those Toploader dinner parties.
Thank you, Fifi. I would imagine sitting opposite Jamie at a dinner party would be vomit-inducing as he licked his plate clean and patted his belly. Just when I think I've heard Dancing in the Moonlight for the last time, the office radio blares it out at the most inappropriate time (i.e. any bloody time).
I'm not Robbie's greatest fan but even I can see he puts on a decent show for his audience. I bet the song in between performances was Things Can Only Get Better.
I bought the 12 inch of Poison Arrow.
Hopefully you are not Edgar Allan Poe, because that means that you have rabies!
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