good ol’ celebrity trash
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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