ooooh, this morning I feel a lil' bit delicate. My lady friend and I had a nice bit of plaice with a few seasonal vegetables last night (fantastic that Tesco reduced section - all for under £2.50) we washed this all down with a splendid bottle of Italian white wine and watched a programme about Jack the Ripper. Now, I don't know if it was the plaice, the bottle of wine or the disturbing Jack the Ripper scenes that have caused it but my heads in a vice like grip.
On my way to work I let a man pull out in front of me who looked just like the singer from the Fine Young Cannibals, I do hope he hasn't fallen on hard times. He had a ladder on his van and a checked shirt on, I swear it was him.
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