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Tuesday, September 07, 2010

You're never alone with a pilchard

Had to nip out to Umpty Library. For some reason the bus smells of fish paste.

I don't know why.

I'm happier not knowing.

4 comments:

zmkc said...

My father developed a peculiar fondness for fish paste not long after he and my mother divorced - at least as far as I know it was after.

Kevin Musgrove said...

zmkc: I think I need to exercise a tactful silence here...

:D

Madame DeFarge said...

Sponsored by Shippams perhaps?

Kevin Musgrove said...

Madame DeF: an even scarier thought than the one I had!