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Here are a few of my favourite posts. You can find more favourites here.

We had so many adventures in America but it is good to be home. Continue reading →
A long time ago, I had a girlfriend and I used to sing to her. Continue reading →
I was looking for a picture of a freshly inked tattoo. I knew it was there somewhere… Continue reading →
I met Mrs Clown at the airport. You’ll never guess what happened next. Continue reading →
I had twenty quid, a St Christopher and a change of clothes. I didn’t look back. Continue reading →

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