'I want to break free-hee!' crooned Nelson Mandela, banging his porridge pot against the bars of his cage. 'No!' shouted Winnie, through from the kitchen in their South African condo. Then she back tracked as she thought people might hate her as this

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'I want to break free-hee!' crooned Nelson Mandela, banging his porridge pot against the bars of his cage. 'No!' shouted Winnie, through from the kitchen in their South African condo. Then she back tracked as she thought people might hate her as this was the person who invented the self ironing towel. And what an inovation it was. It made him a bucket load of money, enough to buy him pot noodles for life, several multi-packs of quite expensive cereals, and more dresses than he could wear in a lunchtime. Although a little pornographic, I let that slip and in the end, once I had taken a bit of Drink - which I had brought with me - was able to enjoy the evening. The only blot was when I became slightly tired and emotional, and punched the host, who didn't even bother wearing clothes, which was strange because he was very poorly endowed.