Smiling inanely at a hare racing up and down the Norfolk sand dunes at dawn, tracking the dumpy knots wheeling up into the dusk sky as the tide rolls in…
I wish Russell Brand would just piss off. He has no answers, he just whines on and on in his shabby nasal self-importance. Has he got a booky wook out…
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