I don’t care about the snow. I don’t care whether desperate housewives are fighting each other in the supermarkets over the last sliced white. And I still don’t care about the Royal wedding.
At this time of the year, this young man’s thoughts turn to his Spring wardrobe. Call it “projection” if you will, but my painfully average size, plus the impending VAT increase, dictates that I get my
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