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cos you do it out of your bedroom.

Look, he's harmless, Wadey.

You know the office block on the corner of, er, Cowper Street?

'God, imagine Mark in a wheelchair. He'll be insufferable.'

'I've kissed her. I've kissed her on coke.

I just thought your life-coaching was maybe a part-time thing,

It's a date, and no-one can prove otherwise.

'Well, that's it. I'm an addict.'

Well, be nice to have some company. It's a date.

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Yes, Jeremy. Yes, I do.

There's a man over there eating Quavers out of an ashtray.

I know, mate, that's what's so surprising.

But thank you for an amazing evening.

I haven't done this since uni. Am I doing it right?

I mean, just look at him, hogging his wife.

Cos I found this cruise, OK? Three months in the Med, just what we need.

comprehensive history of the Byzantine church, you know, for the general reader

Which flannel have you jazzed on?

and I'm going to stop just flinging my jizz around hither and yon.

have taken a surprising unexpected turn.

I've been burned before, Hans.

I'm laying it out there, the inner churn, the workings of man,

'Get the pub man back. I want my shooting!'

Oh, yeah, of course. Me, too. Busy, busy, busy.

Three figures actual.

'So I ate both his pickled onions!'

And I'm thinking maybe you could have a little chat with him.

What a total, total shit!

Cos I've ordered a briefcase off Amazon.

Andrew Roberts doing a jam on World War I trench letters.

I've got to warn him.

I should get going.

'precipitate an insanity spiral.

So, April, there's a...there's a talk on at the British Academy on Friday.

You know your mate Mark?

Never trust the pub man.