Latest Quacks
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THE TIME I SUNG A DUCK SONG TO JUSTIN ROSE, AND OTHER EMBARRASSING ENCOUNTERS WITH SPORTSMEN.
The husband looked like a friendly neighbour – the type of man who would rigorously hoover his car mats on a Sunday morning….
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HERE’S TO ME, MRS. ROBINSON: IS AGE JUST A NUMBER?
“I’m very into mature women,” he said. I looked behind one shoulder, and then the other, and realised he was talking about me.
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THE EURO FINAL: THE MUSICAL
…A fan would whack the table in a rhythm, prompting everyone to shout ‘ENGLAND!’ It wasn’t exactly Les Misérables, but it did the job.
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BOOBS.
And perhaps I’m overthinking it, but they seem to stare off in different directions, like the eyes of the Cookie Monster.
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32 YEARS OF HURT: LIVING WITH FOOTBALL.
All I want to do is get rid of the ball, so I can go home and resume Polly’s pool party in Polly Pocket land.
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