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Today was a particularly momentous occasion. I fornicated with Magaret Thatcher, Tony Blair, and Neville Chamberlain. Simultaneously. While watching the BBC, and the bloody Amerikaners warmongering. Warmongering. I've always had a bit of a perverse attraction to the word. Warmongering. It rolls off your tongue like sex in a blender. Come to think of it, sex in a blender would be a fascinating sight, indeed.
Oh. London calling, on line seventeen. I suppose I should answer it.
Oh. London calling, on line seventeen. I suppose I should answer it.