And for once I'm lost for words. Can you just give me a moment? No, I can't do it. I can't write this post. I'm sorry, Sammy, mate, but this is not acceptable. I know it's not your fault. Or maybe it is. Maybe you take pride in it. I don't know.
Let's draw a line under the whole affair, dear reader, and move on. Did you see Terry Smith on Newsnight last night? Terry Smith. That's a good honest name, isn't it? You can have a pint in the pub with a man like that. (I get these vibrations, as you know.) He'll probably bore you to tears, droning on about Spitfires and shit, but still ...
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Let's draw a line under the whole affair, dear reader, and move on. Did you see Terry Smith on Newsnight last night? Terry Smith. That's a good honest name, isn't it? You can have a pint in the pub with a man like that. (I get these vibrations, as you know.) He'll probably bore you to tears, droning on about Spitfires and shit, but still ...
