Really. It is taking the last of my concentration to type this. I will sit down and read the paper, probably laughing helplessly at all the government ballsups as if they don't affect me at all, and i'll return later.
Not bad though. Just one capital missing, as long as you're not fussy about the odd hyphen.
The Shearwater singer sings falsetto, you know. Very well, but it's still falsetto. At what stage do you call it counter-tenor? Hm.
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Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?
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You should get over to Latitude Z! It's the last night tonight.
I suppose I could stand plaintively in the road outside, wishing I had a ticket.
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