- An Aberdonian speaking Doric to me in the pub. I may sound as middle class and south-eastern as they come, but I still understand enough Scots to get by. Gleikit, indeed.
- Truly, truly shocking lyrics. Oh dear.
- Hangover avoidance tactics successfully implemented. Mmm, noodle soup for lunch.
- An evening spent with an equally curmudgeonly soul.
- A brilliant first paragraph. Oh, John Updike. How I've loved you.
Thursday 5 November 2009
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