So, I am standing near naked in front of my gas fire, trying to coat myself in cotton wool because I had the insanely unattractive idea that I’d be a snowball for tonight’s ‘March with the Penguins’ party, which has an ‘Antarctic’ dress-code. I realised, too late, I should have rummaged for my father’s top hat and tails when I was at his house
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