This is the classiest one I've ever seen. I love the bewildered-looking woman at the end, who seems to think she has been bewitched and wonders where all the fairies have suddenly gone. And I wonder how many people missed their trains, and didn't care.
In which the swishing Switzer goes full Pauline, Killer of the IPA offers
more Killernomics, and Our Henry, in being determinedly apolitical, ends up
being fiercely political (go Israel) ...
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It'd be a real tragedy for the pond if Lord Downer was dragooned into
running the Liberal party.
Opening the week with his ancient bleats nicely booke...
7 hours ago

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balm to a somewhat savage breast this morning.
thank you.
Awesome!
Oh. Thank you.
Maybe she was waiting for the dinosaurs...
That was wonderful.
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