With the sort of froideur you only find in people in glass booths or servants of minor European royalty, he told me to take a number.
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Ido
It may have been my sympathetic manner, it may have been the badge that says ‘Cock’ that I wear on my lapel, maybe it’s Maybelline, who can tell, but Ido soon began to tell me scandalous stories about his busy sex life.
A self-saucing pudding
Nathan, whose greatest fear is that he’ll develop a resistance to Botox, returned from Frankfurt with the face of an inexpressive eight year old.
My mother; a toe job
My mother’s in hospital to have a toe removed. Is the operation called a toe-ectomy? A toe job?
White Meat 