good ol’ celebrity trash
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My new neighbour came over, in need of paracetemol. (Yes, he’s a finalist too.)
He spotted my OK! magazine on the side.
–Sanjay: “Sam! Why on EARTH are you reading OK!?”
–Me: “Well … you know … philosophy, politics … er, um … sometimes I need a break!”
–Sanjay: “No – I meant, why not Heat?”
New friend. Instantly.
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i love the way that happens. Kinda like with us. ^_^ So many years ago.
Comment by Jo May 8, 2007 @ 11:31 ami was remembering London the other day (we drove passed a Police car) and all i could do was laugh.
Kris thought i’d gone insane and kept giving me funny looks. Ah, good times with friends!