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  1. 'My daughter is a charming woman of taste and refinement. I said to her, "How would you feel if you woke up one morning to find a little, fat, coffee-coloured imp on the pillow next to you, only to find forty years later that he'd grown into an anorexic, white woman with the mental and musical ability of a Cocker Spaniel, and with a predilection for pinching little boys' bicycle saddles?" My daughter, realising the horror of what I was saying, immediately went into the kitchen and gassed herself.' – James Wentworth-Zephaniah, 26.vi.2009

  2. That had me, ahem, rolling on the floor laughing my arse off.

    My own blog pretty much covered this, I (immodestly, but what the hell) think.

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