'Cause mine's the best. Just when you think Christmas couldn't possibly be any better, she slips this under the tree. It's red. It's British. It's typographic brilliance. It will follow me wherever I go, wherever I stay, from house to house as long as I live.
Throw in tomorrow's flight and I'm gold. Whatever did I do to deserve such a life?
19.12.07
mum's the word
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Ooh... Thou shalt not covet, Ben, thou shalt not covet. But it's too late. Mmm...
Brilliant. Three cheers!!! How exciting! You deserve every. last. bit.
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