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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

More Edinburgh memories popping up on the internet, this time on the excellent It's Alright For Some site, which is just a front for Michelle and Zena to waste their lives away following boys around comedy venues. If only I had thought of something like that. My two favourite pictures are the ones involving me, obviously, because I'm greatest. First is this one, taken at the Perrier Party, which is me and Kris Mum celebrating my one and only goal at table football. My complete lack of talent to do with any kind of sport apparently extends to the kind of sport played on a table. I had no idea. T'other nice one was taken on the very last night of all of the Festival, which is why I have no eyes. The other people are Susan on the right, looking slightly lacking in eyes herself, TV and Radio Star Robin Ince at the bottom and a girl called Lisa, who is stabbing him in the head with a theatrical knife. During the Festival, Lisa took a shine to my future husband Dave Mum, and so shortly after this picture was taken, I had her killed.

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