Back once again (at last)
I was in the supermarket today, and the first thing I saw was a pile of pizzas for
Simultaneously, I had two thoughts: LESS THAN HALF PRICE!!!
That must be actually true. They couldn’t get away with it otherwise. Or have they just gone for such a brazen lie that I’m going to think, That must be actually true. They couldn’t get away with it otherwise?
Then I thought,
. I doubt Goebbels runs the marketing here; let’s just buy a pizza
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Week Three of the World Cup has come to an end. And what a [🚨
🚨] Feast Of Football it’s been. Notwithstanding that Brazil continue to elicit roughly the same amount of sympathy as their 1994 World Cup-winning edition of vicious bores, rather than CLICHÉ KLAXON!!! 1982’s beautiful losers.
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I was recently asked to complete one of those ice-breaker questionnaires.
Stroke Bloke takes his delict exam in McEwan Hall, 1992 — dissertation to follow
What was the title of your dissertation?
What are you reading at the moment?
We live in interesting times, so leaven that with some boring old tat —
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