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TONIGHT WAS THE LAST NIGHT OF THE PROMS. That most glorious of occasions, filled with beautiful music, gratuitous patriotism, cross-dressing, paper aeroplane fights and, of course, David Attenborough playing a floor polisher.
(Seriously. And then Rory Bremner shot him with a rifle during the overture's climax.)
My mum and I made flags and had ourselves a good old wave during Land of Hope and Glory. Good times. I... did absolutely none of the writing I was planning on doing tonight, BUT THE EVENING IS YOUNG. And anyway. David Attenborough with a floor polisher.
What else could I do?
(Seriously. And then Rory Bremner shot him with a rifle during the overture's climax.)
My mum and I made flags and had ourselves a good old wave during Land of Hope and Glory. Good times. I... did absolutely none of the writing I was planning on doing tonight, BUT THE EVENING IS YOUNG. And anyway. David Attenborough with a floor polisher.
What else could I do?