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Alan Bennett is appearing at a Q&A session in London this week, to which I'm not invited, and to which, almost certainly, you aren't either, but to which a dear friend of mine is.
He probably won't be able to answer them all or anything, but here's your opportunity to ask him anyway.
And if you don't know who Alan Bennett is, he would simply reply, in a trembling voice, finely smoked like a salmon, in a tea room in Clitheroe, that he simply didn't really know who you were either. Motherfucker. |
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