As I wandered this morning down a long Devon hotel corridor, illuminated every couple of metres by bright overhead spots leaving defined pools of light on the carpet, I overheard the West Country tones of a maid on the phone through an open bedroom door: "... and I told 'er to get BONgella ...", with the emphasis on the first syllable.
Thursday, 21 February 2008
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