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You can't get much more British than Kate Bush. Bless 'er.

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People drive too fast. It's not about how fast is reasonable on any particular, for a start no individual has the knowledge of years of in-depth study on road accident statistics, only their own experience (I haven't killed anyone yet so the speed limits must be inappropiate) but the fact that if someone else's interpretation of the same system of law differs from their own, e.g. burglars justifying theft on the basis of compensation via insurance claim, then the law isn't tough enough. It's only when people become directly affected by routine flouting of our laws that they have anything to say about it. Otherwise, carry on as normal oblivious to their effect on other people's lives.

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I am out of control, I'm on full revs. How can I stop? Help me stop.

It's too foggy for fog. And they're cancelling trains because of the wrong sort of fog. Probably. And on predictive text, fog comes up as dog. The only other word I can see with the same key combinations is doh. So that about wraps up fog (or dog or doh). Apart from the traffic chaos sending society back into the dark ages. Three meals from a revolution you know.

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I don't want to watch Kylie Minogue crying.

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Must be Christmas

Christmas lights are up. Because it's getting cold I decided to see if I could buy a blanket while I was in Debenhams, for my bed, to be told, "they're a bit old fashioned". Hmm, it's starting. . .

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At times like these

Wake up on a sofa bed, a beeping answer machine providing just enough irritance to mean I can't get back to sleep properly. Hands are covered in congealed tree sap and I smell like a cross between a pine toilet freshener and a bonfire. What happened again?

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