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You think I look sharp, like I have my act together. Let me tell you, all is not bibles and sunshine. I never thought I would lie on a job application, steal another man's wife, or embezzle funds. Thus I confess:
Whilst dressed as the Queen Mother I undertook several 'civic duties', mainly opening supermarkets, smiling good naturedly, and getting loans off bookies for my horses to take a tumble. I also gave Russian diplomats sexual
advice about the local catholic girls.
Without the use of condoms, they didn't stand a chance against Charlies arsenal of venereal diseases. A surreptitious protestant weapon against the rising swarm of green in the county.
The brown of the county was a different matter however and it was to be Esther Rantzen who would be awarding the annual prize for the brownest
greenery. And thus was born a new contest, currently mastered by an unnamed hermit pensioner who hates everything including grass. A round of applause for his pile of dirty old hay and dead bushes in the 'World's Worst Grounds' competition! Hooray!
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