A distressing mental image from today's Guardian.
Well, get him off them, then.
Poor things.
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After a slight delay, I snorted.
ReplyDeleteIn fact, I was at dinner two nights ago with a man - not Philip Larkin - whose wife was under Martin Amis about 20 years ago.
ReplyDeleteQuite an achievement, all at once.
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