Not just a load of new lightbulbs
Jamie Wrench pulls on his thermals
I can remember what I was doing when I heard John F Kennedy was shot. I can point to the place, on my garage wall, where I was laying a brick when 9/11 happened. And I know where I was when Minute 36 was accepted. I was behind a tent pole at Canterbury, out of sight of the clerk, so a fat load of good it was standing up when moved to speak.
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