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Once again i am back from the wet welshland of the black mountains, where bathing is a yearly hobby and you spend your time skinny dipping with tadpoles and singing kirsty mccoll round a campfire. Such happy days! How are you all then? Tell me your lives, hopes, dreams, desires and fears. Go go go seeya sunbums xx

The adventures of Waitrose: A little boy in a dumb tie wacked me with a bunch of flowers. Everyone in waitrose seems very engrossed in their own thoughts and none of them look very happy. Waitrose has an underground dungeon where they keep disobedient workers. I've seen the entrance and i plan to be an undercover spy in waitrose then set them all free and feed them cicatelli or elicoidali or fisilli lunghi because i believe anything that is that funny looking and has such an extraordinary name cant be bad for someone who is that sad. Lloyd Thomas was called to the dungeon over the loudspeaker, poor boy. There was a very gorgeous waitrose la