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posted by Jo at 14:15
God love 'em , but I find this sounds a lot better if I don't look at it.
Why do you think I was making soup?
(I'm not sneering, mind)
I am not sneering either, not a bit of it. But as Nancy Banks-Smith might put it, you would be looking at Non-stop Tango a long time before you were reminded of the future of rock and roll.I trust it was an excellent soup?
Oi, I read this blog too, you know.M
J made me say it! J made me say it!
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