The weird and wonderful Karim says I’m bizarre, which suggests I’ve made some kind of progress from when the woodwork teacher threatened to break my legs. If I don’t get my keys and mobile back by lunch, I will move to Tunisia and sing 80s music in beach hotels. If you see a blonde walking round town with a red rucksack that smells of melon, knock her down, take it off her, and leave a comment here telling me where I can find you.
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