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I am 72 hours from Denver and I have just come down with a stinking cold and I am stuffy and miserable and generally afflicted with manflu. A malison upon the common cold!
Just doing my duty….

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I can’t quite believe I have allowed things to progress this far without sharing with you the joy of Delia’s Toasties, mentioning it only in passing in an earlier post. Let me therefore correct that error…
For those of you who enjoyed “Tuna and Pasta Bake, Oh My!”, here’s the original from which I shamelessly lifted [...]

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How could I miss it? Shazz as Bottom was absolutely splendid. And keeps my theatre tally up, which is all to the good.
Now I just need a new car, a spare couple of hundred thousand quid for gifts, a place in the country and a couple of labradors and I’ll be practically Chelsea material. Well. [...]

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It was put to me this week that I should, as it were, expose myself publicly as part of a strategy to generate wealth through humour. Whilst I accept I do, from time to time, prompt fits of incontinent laughter on the part of those around me, I couldn’t help but compare it to the [...]

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… Inigo Montoya: you killed my father; prepare to die…
which reminded me of this loveling little sniplet of imagerial goodness I wanted to share….

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Oh me oh my. I don’t know what happened, but if I did I’m sure it would all be lovely memories of you charming people helping me have a fantastic time. Next year we’ll do a big one, yes?
Only problem: no camera. Has anyone any photographic evidence of the event?

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You will need:

One shoulder of lamb
One large casserole dish
2 bottles champagne
9 bottles wine (2 white, 7 red)
2 parents
3 friends
Gin
One lime

Place the lamb in a tasty tagine.
Make a gin sorbet, a mackerel pate (process together mackerel fillets — watch the bones — Philly Light, Quark and freshly ground black pepper), fresh bread, an egg florentine in [...]

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Frankly, if you’re hoping for a close-up rose-tinted (or, if you think about things the way I tend to if unchecked, brown-tinted — and I don’t mean sepia) let’s-all-feel-good/bad about ourselves, this is probably the wrong place in which to sojourn, no matter how briefly.

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Morrissey moz-moz, mozzer Morrissey morrisey morrissey. Morrissey “S. Patrick”, morrissey Wembley Arena morrissey mosh. Moz, mozzer morrissey, morrissey “How Soon Is Now”, “Please, Please Please Let Me Get What I Want”, morrissey morrissey. Morrissey — STEVEN PATRICK — moz morrissey “Disappointed”, morrissey moz-moz.
ps: Boz Boorer. I thank you.

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I have committed to memory only one of Edmund Clerihew Bentley’s outstandingly odd poetic ditties:
Sir Humphry Davy
Abominated gravy.
He lived in the odium
Of having discovered sodium.
You too could discover Sir Humphry by coming to see o-region at the Battersea Arts Centre this weekend… Go on, you know you want to.

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