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I tried to save a
vegan's bacon yesterday.
Turned out to be quorn...
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(17 Syllables)
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Apparently, THE fashion must-have style of the autumn, kangaroo fur slippers,
is called 'the sliced loaf'. A bit of a misnomer, to say the least. Those promoted
by Tom Hiddleston cost £650, for example. Slightly more than a loafer bread, I
suggest. (Let alone a slice.)
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Woe is me! It appears cut-glass accents have been replaced in women's affections
by cut-grass bodies. Thanks a bunch, Aidan Turner. 'Posh' no longer cuts it, it
appears. Certainly not as well as the instrument famously wielded by Mr Turner.
The more things change, the more they stay the same, it seems: scythe matters.
Always has, always will...
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If a certain Maye Musk can enjoy a 'greynaissance' in the modelling world at the
age of 68, how about us men? 'The Bald and the Beautiful' (if I say so myself) still
have a lot to offer...
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Who doesn't like a 3-liner? (Quite a few of you don't, apparently.) Well, I'll have you know that many a critic has said of my work "at least it's in English" - and as for the great Stephen Fry, he once said of me "Vincent who?" Let's just say I supply the litter to the litterati [sic - but only at times] - ie: I write rubbish. But rubbish mostly inspired by the HAIKU, the 17th Century Japanese verse form consisting of 3 lines and 17 (5-7-5) syllables. (WARNING: flash photography and limericks)
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