- Dating (33)
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CAN YOU PULL OFF YOUR NAME?
“Everyone always forgets the tzatziki,” Oliver said, very proud of himself
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THE WEEKEND I GOT NEW EYES.
I knew, even with my eyes closed, he was attempting to build the John Lewis trolley. “Leave it! I will do it when I can see again!” I shouted from the bed.
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LOCKER ROOM TALK
I think it’s time to MUTE…. AND ARCHIVE….
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MY CATHOLIC CHILDHOOD: THE BODY OF CHRIST IS MADE FROM HARIBO.
I was lured into Catholicism as a child by the promise of pick-and-mix at the end of Sunday Mass.
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WOULD YOU LIVE WITH A MAN AGAIN?
It never occurred to me that I would live by myself again…
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A SOBER NIGHT IN THE NOTORIOUS INFERNOS.
So, there we were, old as hell, with a threatening net of balloons above our heads, and Backstreet Boys blasting out.
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