Once again, no matter how tired or drunk l am, l feel the need to post, so it will (eventually) get me into a rhythm of writting some other time (only l know when and how). So here's an easy target, the royal wedding t shirts. Class in a glass (as my cancer ridden toothless , slightly drunk and stinking of wee wee grannie used to say) if only that was true. Never mind, l still hate the royals and everything they stand for, but what can you do (Brighton springs to mind)
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