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Sunday, 24 November 2013

Welcome to Essex

Whilst gnashing my teeth over the Ed Milliband Desert Island Discs, to my delight Heavenly Gay Godfather, resplendent in a violet cashmere, pink socks and delightful Harris Tweed jacket swooped through the door, bearing gifts of delicious cakes and granola (for the constipation!).

We went to Costa chuntering about quite how sad the Milliband thing had made us - both of us not keen on Ed - can you tell?  Neither of us could resist a bitch about the music choices. (Jerusalem? Really? The cynic in me says No...)

I think I am quite enjoying residing in the suburbs...



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