Monday, 8 June 2009
I'm never going on holiday again. You don't know what it's like having to drive 2 hours to North Wales. I'm just too old to do that kind of thing. It's alright for you younger people, you don't have disintegrating pelvises like me. And your father just wants to sit there smoking cigars all the time and then goes to play golf, so I'm all on my own. And you can't get decent antiques in North Wales any more. All these Koreans have come over and bought them all. You're lucky if you can lay your hands on a slightly incomplete Macedonian pressed glass cruet set...
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