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Friday, 10 December 2004

A hitherto-unknown side-effect of moving house.

Last night, I dreamt that I was a good friend of Boris Johnson.

I'm not.

6 comments:

  1. Look on the bright side, though. You've coined a new euphemism!

    "He's OK, but, y'know..."
    *taps nose*
    "He's a Friend of Boris."

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  2. That's good to know, but, having unwittingly coined it, I find I have no idea what it means. "He's asleep"? "He's moved house"? What?

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  3. I am eating cheddar, by the way. It's very nice.

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  4. The cheese, that is. Not the town.

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  5. What does it mean? I dunno. I haven't thought that far ahead.

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  6. You're so impetuous.

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