1 Mar
2001
1 Mar
'01
9:09 a.m.
Una McCormack wrote:
Sterling driving gets us down to Ashford by about 4pm. Register; and, as I'm standing at reception to check in, I get tapped on the shoulder. It's Neil. 'D'you know,' he says - and please bear in mind that this is the first time we've seen each other in two years - 'In profile, your nose looks disturbingly like a beak.' From then on, there can be no mercy.
I am devastated not to have witnessed this.
Mistral
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--Jeremy Hilary Boob, Ph.D.