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Did we *really* plan to celebrate the next Barbewedding with Eddie the Eagle ski-jumping off the roof of the Union Chapel? We did, didn't we...
Right, darlings, I am taking scary visions of built-in underwear (hey, is there somebody whose job is to put the bining in? Is s/he called the boner? Please tell me it's so...) so I am puttering off to bed - will pop in to say g'night once I've brushed my toothypegs, put n my pyjamas and made a hot water bottle.
Um, I mean paid off the roadie, snorted the cocaine and done it done it done it with the army of beautiful men and women.
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