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Tuesday, August 30, 2011

The parable of the baaa-aaad black sheep

'Nothing says Tony like a rusty transit van,' Ric said, when I asked him what I should put on Tony's birthday cake.
Zac's tonight was ... difficult. I shall be glad when Sean is back. I'm tired so will write more tomorrow; I'll just leave you with a taster of the evening. It included accusations of hypocrisy, alien invasion, human sacrifice and Rory Thudgutter who spoke with a stutter. Not to mention Sean and the sheep. Big sigh.