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Tuesday, December 07, 2010

Shoals of placid middle-aged men dabbing it behind their ears

Frog's back from a meeting about the council's new youth offer.

"What was it like?" I ask him.

"I was the youngest one there," he said, picking at his mustard plaster.


Nota Bene said...

Youth is a relative thing and best not wasted on the young

Macy said...


Pat said...