Like so many others on the internet, I have an indescribably silly notion that complete strangers could be vaguely interested in the ramblings of some bod with an interest similar to theirs. Of course this could all horribly backfire and I will have Hello magazine at the door tomorrow morning papping away as I open the door in my underwear looking like the cat slept on my face. Which it probably did.
Unlikely though. The paparazzi, not the cat.
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