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Wednesday, 23 March 2005



I have a friend, who shall not be named, but is currently resident in your fair city, who cannot cook and talk at the same time. Though it's nice to knock back a couple in the kitchen while the chef is at work, in his case it meant waiting until almost midnight for dinner. I shall not repeat the story about talking to him while trying to change a punctured tire. Alright, I will. Conversation distracted him so much, he changed the wrong one.


Do you remember going round to T and B's for dinner, which wasn't served until about 11 by which time most people were ready to fall off their chairs?


AB - I do recall that and the headache the next day.
David - maybe we could buy a gag for your friend? there are plenty on sale with other interesting equipment in the leather shops of Oxford St

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