I'd like to apologise in advance for this one. Not to you, the general people, but to my mum. Because, well. It's a bit gross. A bit uncouth, a bit unladylike and a bit, er, vulgar. I kinda liked writing it though... Today we had to write a play that no one else would understand. I'm sure this will be very much understood by all who read it, but it's dedicated to my best bud Kate who is perhaps the only one who might find it funny (largely cos it's based on a real life conversation we had the two of us one hung over morn not long after I moved to London). I think it also carries an important Public Service Announcement of such blinding obviousness that, if you don't know it already, you will thank me for. Ladies, this one's for you. L x
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