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Thursday, August 03, 2006

Tempus flux

Swapping "T.Aldous being late" stories with the union shop steward.

"It's usually buses on Cattermole Street or else he's got to move his car," I say.

"Lucky you. He always tells us he's late because he's got diarrhoea."

"That's too much information."

"I'll say. They're lunchtime meetings."

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