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Some people have noticed I don't always know the lastest adverts on telly. This is because I very seldom watch, and rubbish like this current Robin Hood is frankly why.
But my oft-felt urge to go run around in woods took a boost when yesterday I used the laminator at work. That smell of warmed plastic made me long to print out lammies, and now I desperately want to run a LRP system. Meep! I can see a game of humanity divided and left to grow along divergent lines, biologically and culturally. But without boytaurs.
ETA: Okay, Emma has forbidden me to buy Abi that laptop. Dammit. And my Dad taught Abi how to go scrumping. The fine Claydon traditions are obviously being passed on.