Found affixed to a Muswell Hill bus-stop. As my watch is on its last legs, I've been tempted to spend the afternoon ringing up in a variety of unconvincing comedy accents, running through a list of descriptions of watches I would like to own, in the hope that I Get Lucky.
But, unbelievably, I've got better things to do. Like type 100 words on the subject of not doing it. Jeez.


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