Well, last night turned into a very large one at Jon and Jane's for the former's 50th birthday. I've been in bed all day long. Kirst said I had a licence to kill with my breath this morning. Should i have run today? The answer would have been clear had I asked a doctor. No.
I may have died last night and you only live twice so out I went in the late afternoon. A quantum of solace was that it was perfect weather again - managed 8km before deciding I'll die another day.
For your eyes only:
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Classic Roger Moore.
David Attenborough :-)
Bit of a shame you didn't manage to work Goldfinger in that post somehow. I didn't actually mean that as a vulgar pun but there is no way to say Goldfinger that doesn't sound like a vulgar pun.
And what about Pussy Galore ?
Or Xenia Onatopp and Holly Good head?
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