Tuesday, 25 October 2011

Breakfast the Two-Hundred-and-Eighty-Eighth

Butterscotch pie and plums.
This evening, I walked past a man who looked remarkably like Wayne Rooney. I'm more than a little disquieted that I should be able to identify a man who looks like Wayne Rooney. That's the awful thing about c'lebs: somehow people you have absolutely no interest in knowing anything about sneak into your consciousness.

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