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Dreadful Nonsense

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

What to do while you have some free time in North London, when one of you should be (a) filling pension forms, (b) studying for an Open University degree that may never end, (c) tidying up, (d) finding old bank statements and also that receipt the landlord's been looking for for the last three months, (e) putting all the CDs known to man back into their CD cases; and the other one of you should be writing his future award winning radio sitcom:


Go down the marshes and annoy the swans.

It's brilliant. The one in the middle there is hissing at us as I edge in with my mobile to take the photo. I freaking love it, because what you don't see is the Shazzle size fence that separates us from the swans, and gives me just enough time to duck behind He Who Only... as the swan strikes out in anger. Imagine my laughter as the swan cripples my boyfriend with a well-timed peck to the tender bits? Oh, the endless joy of my life.


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