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South London born co-owner of the Bookseller Crow on the Hill in Crystal Palace, chippy
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Fun fact. I was nearly born on the 468
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Excellent. Love a dad joke. As for the fox, Jon being a Leicester fan aswell, there was a joke I could’ve made about it being too late to be rescued. But it’s his bd.
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If I see a wreath of feathers on the patio, I always think of happy fox cubs when dad or mum comes home with dinner. And hope that as pigeons are such donuts, they didn’t see it coming
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Noci..
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Haha, yes! “Not for EU” - in your dreams, Dyson. Like they’d touch them with an
extendable barge pole in a hazmat suit.
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Merci! I’m petty as well as chippy
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Bless them
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Omg. Reminds me of my daily commute to Dorking Grammar when kids scraped off the slam door signage from Please Lower Your Head to Fleas Love Your Head on every single carriage
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Obvs I didn’t take myself. But I remember the car journey with a very glamorous sales woman who was side hustling her modelling career
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I invited a girl who lived nearby to come too but she wasn’t allowed. And she was a year older than me
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White City mate, I was there in dungarees with a sequin fish sewn on the bib. Wearing blue eye shadow waaay too young. But my folk knew the people selling makeup on the special stands.
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Imbedded in my core. I can’t even..
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Pretty impressed he’s called Bob tbh
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Fascism, like the rising sea, creeps up very slowly, comes in waves and tides that give us hope as they retreat. But then it crashes and floods and sweeps lives away - just as many lives were swept away in the awful 1953 flood in Jaywick.
This is the story I try to tell in the novel.
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The Hero of this Book by Elizabeth McCracken, about the relationship between mother & daughter, fiction & memoir, London & America, ageing & youth & intelligence & character, done with affection and wit in less that 200 pages. It’s one of my go-to recommendations
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I had a uni lecturer who told us that French writer Emile Zola had a brother called Gorgon. He said it with such a deadpan voice that we just wrote it down in our notes and nobody laughed.
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Fair enough. But I’ll swap out your chilled chalice of Stella for an iced stubby of French brewed 5.5 Kronenburg 1664. Can you even get a hangover on Fosters? I mean, one would have to actually drink the stuff to excess first
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Saints alive, give me a Deya hangover over a Fosters one any day