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December 29 Happy Christmas you arse, I pray to God it's our last...So, Jesus's birthday is done and dusted for another year - and to be honest, 2006 won't exactly go down in history as being the most memorable of Christmasses in the land of Fisher.
It's not really appropriate for me to go into any great detail here because it's all incredibly personal... but the last few months have been an incredibly difficult time for most members of my immediate family.
And whilst valiant attempts were made by all and sundry to put on a brave face in spite of everything, the trials and tribulations of recent times seemed to cast a long shadow over all festivities in our household.
To compound the general sense of gloom meanwhile, myself and various other members of the family have also found ourselves unwittingly playing out some sort of gastric flu relay race over the last few days!
First out of the blocks were my Gran and my mum on Christmas Day itself; then I succumbed myself late on Boxing Day.
As a consequence, I've spent the majority of the last few days in bed, rising only when I've had cause to leg it to the bog in order to 'papper the porcelain' from various orifices...
Scarily, just two days of the evil lurgee has seen me shed nearly a stone in weight - and with me having been a skinny streak of piss to start with, I'm looking a tad scrawny just now!
Still, I'm just about back in the land of the living - and I inadvertently managed to cheer myself up no end this evening by doing no more than having a shave!
Okay, I admit it - I AM easily amused!
But having not bothered shaving for a good week or so, I'd accumulated pretty much a full beard. And rather than shave it all off, I decided to keep what could arguably pass muster as a handlebar moustache!
This was an exercise in morbid curiosity more than anything else... and as you can see from the photo below, my new 'face furniture' looks pretty damn ridiculous - not to mention more than a little bit ginger!
Nevertheless, I'm tempted to keep it for a while... just because it amuses me so much each time I catch a glimpse of my reflection!
Any thoughts, anyone?! December 23 Well we were on the bed when you came in, I heard you stop outside the door. I know you won't believe it's true, I only went with her cos she looks like you, my God..!Well, a busy few days!
As you'll probably be aware if you're reading this, I've been involved for the last year-and-a-half with the Brian Clough Statue Fund - a mission to raise money for a lasting memorial to the Greatest Manager England Never Had.
Well yesterday, we officially hit our target of £60,000 - with a media frenzy resulting!
Yesterday evening meanwhile, I also partook in some live comedy - namely the annual Christmas bash held by Nottingham comedy club Just the Tonic. The evening saw a stellar line-up of comedians, including the brilliant Noel Fielding from the Mighty Boosh.
Needless to say, it was a great night - though saying that, it was by no means the funniest thing I've seen in the last few days.
No, that honour without doubt goes up to a new website that's been set up by one of my Scouse friends, the redoubtable Mick Ruddock.
Now if you've ever checked out the 'Cool links' section on this site, then you'll be aware that I'm a big fan of www.menwholooklikekennyrogers.com - a website that does exactly what it says on the tin.
Kenny-a-likes do indeed have a certain ubiquity in this crazy world - and Mick has long believed that our friend Mikey B* has a similar number of doppelgangers. And as a man who possibly has too much time on his hands, he decided recently to set up a Mikey B-inspired site along the same lines as www.menwholooklikekennyrogers.com!
You can view this site by clicking here.
Amusingly, it appears to have already dawned on Mick that, with all due respect, there's perhaps only limited appeal in a site about nothing other than Mikey B lookalikes. As such, he's subsequently added extra sections featuring lookalikes of other people he knows - including myself!
Apparently I look like the Hoff!
At this present moment in time though, I'd say I actually look more like Johnny Depp - as am off to a fancy dress party as soon as I finish writing this... so am currently sat writing this dressed as a pirate!
Have posted a couple of photos of me in my swashbuckling garb which you can see below. Of course, I do actually have the ultimate accessory for anyone wanting to dress up as a pirate, in that I own an actual live parrot. Alas though, Doris was a bit freaked out by my wig and didn't want anything to do with me when I tried to got her out of her cage earlier to pose for the first of the two photos.
Still, nevermind... I'm off now to go pillaging and plundering!
Amusingly, this will involve me having to walk through a fairly dodgy part of Nottingham in my pirate gear. Still, no chavs are gonna mess with you when you're dressed as a pirate and armed with a (plastic) cutlass.
Yarr!
* Mikey B, as you may know, is my friend from Liverpool who moved out to Kuala Lumpar in Malaysia earlier in the year with his wife Nicky and their two kids. And amusingly, I recently discovered that Mike, since the move, has gotten to know former Nottingham Forest striker Peter Withe... who's now managing the Singapore national footy team! This has all come about through Mike's kids and Withe's kids going to the same school! And amusingly, Withe has confirmed that he'll be attending Mike and Nicky's forthcoming housewarming party! Random... December 21 What ever happened... to all the heroes?They say in life that you should never meet your heroes.
Nevertheless, this is a rule that I've merrily flouted on numerous occasions. And I guess I've been quite fortunate really... because none of the heroes I've met have ever ended up being a disappointment.
Now I'm just using the word 'hero' here purely as a figure of speech. Indeed, I'm sure I don't really need to point out that the only people in life who TRULY deserve to be called a hero are those who go to the obvious lengths - for instance, firemen who risk their necks to save people from burning buildings... or folk who selflessly devote their entire lives to voluntary work or raising money for worthy causes.
Compared to these sorts of people, the virtues of the 'heroes' I have in mind are perhaps trivial in the grand scheme of things. But even so, they're still important to me - not to mention a constant source of inspiration.
But who are they?
Well, talk to anyone, and you'll usually find that their 'heroes' will mirror their own personal interests. This is certainly the case with me - indeed, it will come as no surprise to anyone who knows me that most of my 'heroes' are people who are notable for their achievements in either music or sport.
In no particular order, here's a 'top 12'...
Thinking about it, there are a number of common threads that link all 12 of these people. Perhaps most obviously, they're all male - so I'll probably now get accused of being some kind of chauvanist by any right-on feminists who might be reading this! Much more significantly though, I think the one characteristric they all share is the fact that they're all people who, as far as I can see, have achieved success in their particular field(s) through single-minded determination... and by remaining 'true to themselves'. I've never really thought about it before to be honest - but I guess these must be the important qualities that people have to have really in order for me to admire them. But what has inspired me to write about heroes today? Well as I said earlier, the 'never meet your heroes' rule is one I've ignored on numerous occasions - indeed, I'm proud to say that I've actually met ten of my 'top 12'*. Needless to say, the encounter in which case was very fleeting. For instance, I met Rolf Harris at a book signing... while I met Sir John Peel when I happened to spot him out shopping one day in Liverpool city centre! (You can read the full story of my encounter with Peel by clicking here). Recently though, I've had the very surreal experience of actually having 'proper dealings' with a hero. Admittedly, the hero in question is not one of the 'top 12'. Nevertheless, he wouldn't be a million miles away - as he's the man who was captain of Brian Clough's famous Nottingham Forest team that won back-to-back European Cups in 1979 and 1980. Those of you 'in the know' will know I'm of course referring to John McGovern - and my dealings with him came about through me being involved in the Brian Clough Statue Fund... which is due imminently to hit its target of £60,000 for a lasting memorial to Cloughie. Now I've deliberately not written a great deal about the statue fund since I set up this site, because I'm actually hoping to eventually write a book about the whole story - and as such, I want to save all the best tales for that! One of the many tall tales though will concern last Friday night, when we staged 'Clough Aid' - a fundraising gig to featuring some of Nottingham's top unsigned bands. Most of the hard work in terms of organising Clough Aid was done by one of the bands who played, The Fakers. And in one of many conversations I had with the band's singer Dave as we were getting everything together, we were both in agreement that we needed someone to come along on the night and be compere. But who? Suddenly, I had a flash of inspiration - what about John McGovern? After all, as well as being the one player people most associate with Brian Clough (having played under the Master Manager not only at Forest, but also at Hartlepool, Derby and Leeds). he's quite well known for being a massive music fan. But obviously, Nottingham Forest legends don't tend to be in the phone book - so there was the small matter of getting hold of John to ask him... a mission that was given to me! The task actually proved to be quite easy though. Basically, John does quite a bit of work now for BBC Radio Nottingham, co-commentating on Forest games and suchlike. And I happen to know a few people who work at Radio Nottingham - so I just got them to ask him if he'd be up for helping us. Pleasingly, word duly came back that John definitely was interested... and could I ring him on his mobile to discuss the whole thing further! Now I'm not ashamed to say that it took me about three days to pluck up the courage to do this - and typically, when I finally took the plunge, I ended up just getting John's voicemail! Later that day though, I was sat at work when my mobile started ringing - and when I picked it up, my heart did several somersaults when I saw the screen flashing with 'John McGovern mobile'! After taking a deep breath, I took the call... and I have to say, John is one of the nicest people you could ever wish to deal with. He was more than happy to give up a Friday evening to come and host the gig for us - and come the night, he did I great job and helped us raise over £2,000 for the statue. I've just added some photos from the night which you can see in my gallery... * I'll leave it to you, the reader, to guess the two that I HAVEN'T had the pleasure of meeting! December 16 Get the motor running... head out on the highway...If you know me, then you'll probably be aware of the fact that I'm planning to go off on a round-the-world backpacking adventure in the new year.
All being well, I'll be heading off in early January. And with it having dawned on me that it might be tad difficult to hold down my job whilst in a different hemisphere, I decided recently to hand my notice in and leave!
This Thursday was my last day at work - and one of the many consequences of my new-found unemployment is the fact that I no longer have a car! This is because I acquired the Richmobile via my work's lease scheme - so upon leaving, I had to give it back.
I must say, this was a bit of a wrench. To be fair though, the powers-that-be did try their best this week to make it feel like less of a sacrifice... by orchestrating not one but TWO timely reminders of some of the more dubious joys of being a motorist.
First of all, Monday afternoon saw me have the car broken into by some thieving gits.
Then, Tuesday evening saw me drive to Manchester to see Tenacious D - and it ended up taking me FIVE hours to get there thanks to horrendous traffic.
The most stressful thing about this though was the fact that I was meeting a number of other people at the gig - and that I had everyone's tickets!
Needless to say, as the start time for the gig drew closer with me still stuck in the Derbyshire hills, I began to fret more and more about the possibility that we might all end up missing it.
Happily though, the traffic suddenly began to clear... and I mananged to made it in just about the nick of time. Pleasingly, 'the D' were very entertaining. It was great too to catch up with Ste, Fi and Joe - none of whom I'd seen in ages.
After the show, we went on a search for a bite to eat. It turned out though to be a fruitless search, due to the fact that the Manchester Evening News Arena is located in an area seemingly bereft of late-night eateries!
This rather scuppered our classy plan of buying some take-out pizza and eating it from the lofty perch afforded by the giant Ferris wheel that's currently dominating the Mancunian skyline. Well, that and the fact that it cost an extortionate £6 per person to on the thing!
Still, a fun evening, in spite of the traffic and lack of nourishment.
Though with my only form of transport now being a pushbike - bought off a friend of a friend earlier this week for a mere £20! - my outing to see 'the D' may well prove to be my last 'school night' adventure for some time..! December 12 And the leaders of the free world are just little boys throwing stones...I discovered recently that there's a game you can play on the internet that involves you - as the player - getting to beat several bells of crap out of George W. Bush!
Now I'm not generally one to condone violence - but anything that enables one to rain a few blows on the chimp-faced warlord, albeit virtually, is surely something to be encouraged?!
You can play the game by clicking here...
December 11 Fantastic expectations... amazing revelations...This weekend just gone saw me come face to face with one of my gravest fears.
Yes, I set foot on a canal boat!!!
Now when I mentioned the phrase 'canal boat', I dare say it inspired a thoughts of a Rosie 'n' Jim-type scene, with a barge gently chugging along the Norfolk Broads in the glorious English sunshine.
I can assure you though, there was absolutely NOTHING bloody idyllic about the barge-related trauma that I was subjected to during my childhood - namely, a family canal boat holiday that was so horrific that it remains a popular topic of conversation to this day whenever us Fishers get together!
It was, I believe, the summer of 1993 - which would've made me 13 going on 14. And my mum and dad decided it'd be a perfect week away if we - them, my elder brother Al.plus me - were to hire a barge, and sail it down the Leeds-Liverpool canal from Skipton in Yorkshire to Burnley in Lancashire.
To be fair, I do recall us all being pretty excited as we travelled north ready to collect our barge. Alas though, it was to be pretty much downhill from then on - mainly because it pissed down with rain for the whole week, and my dad inexplicably turned into a monstrous combination of Adolf Hitler and Nelson as soon as he gained custody of the boat!
It was, needless to say, a long week - and it was so bad that Al and me actually seriously considered doing a runner at one point to the nearest train station, and using the holiday spending money that we'd saved up to get train tickets back to Nottingham!
To this day, I still get nightmare flashbacks whenever I even catch a fleeting glimpse of a barge. However, I decided to face my fear recently by setting foot on one for the first time since that fateful holiday - mainly because Zoe, a friend of the family, has decided to run the gauntlet of having my dad accuse her of being a 'water gipsy' by buying one of the damn things to live on!
Zoe's boat, which you can see in the picture below, is called 'The Next Chapter'... and it is moored at a marina in Northampton. With me having driven down to London this weekend, I thought it'd be rude not to pop in and check out Zoe's new abode on my way home - and I must say, I was most impressed by how tardis-like it was in terms of having pretty much everything within in it that you'd expect to find in a 'normal' home.
So, that's one childhood fear conquered! All I need to do now is bring myself to be able to sit through the entire director's cut of cult horror flick 'Children of the Corn' - a film that still gets my sphincter twitching like a rabbit's nose to this day, due to the fact that a well-meaning but possibly misguided childminder let me watch it when I was about six!
Meanwhile, conquering a fear was by no means my only achievement this weekend - as I also took a step closer to achieving my goal of being one of those saddoes who can claim to having visited every football league ground in the country. Yes, the trip to London that I mentioned earlier was to visit my old mate Susan and her fella Steve - and with Steve being a Brentford fan, we went on Saturday afternoon to watch their home game against Tranmere.
The game finished 1-1 - and it wasn't a bad 90 minutes, either. For me as a Nottingham Forest fan, there was a bit of a 'blast from the past', what with ex-Forest striker Gareth Taylor having been in the Tranmere team. And much like he did when he was at Forest, he seemed to spend pretty much the whole game moaning at the ref...
Probably the most exciting thing about the game though was the discovery that the food at Brentford's ground is by no means restricted to the usual footy fare of pies and pasties - you can actually get a curry there!
I sincerely hope this is a trend that catches on at other grounds...
Brentford's ground is also notable for the fact that it had a pub on each corner! We duly enjoyed a post-match drink in two of them before heading into London in search of 'Gracelands Palace' - an Elvis-themed Chinese restaurant run by a guy called Paul Chan, who claims to be the UK's foremost Chinese Elvis impersonator!
Legend has it that an evening at 'Gracelands Palace' is just about the funniest thing in the world. Apparently 'Elvis' appears live at the restaurant most nights, usually so hammered that he can't remember any of the words to the songs he attempts to sing - befoere finishing the night in time-honoured Presley fashion by shitting himself to death on the crapper.*
Sadly though, some misinformation led us on a fruitless wild goose chase around the capital before we gave up and headed back to Susan and Steve's house.
Chinese Elvis will just have to wait another day! You can read more about him though by clicking here.
* In case you were wondering, I made up the bit about Chinese Elvis shitting himself to death! December 08 But as everyone knows, that's how it goes... you can't win 'em all. You can't win 'em all...I just had my latest monthly 'fan's eye view on Nottingham Forest' published on the Nottingham culture website Left Lion. If any of you are interested in having a read, you can do so by clicking here.
Must say though, Forest aren't exactly in my good books at the moment. Indeed, my esteemed brother Al and me got a stark reminder this week of how bloody thankless being a football fan can be, when both took the afternoon off work this Tuesday in order to drive some 200 miles to watch the mighty Reds play away at Bournemouth - only for the Reds to lose 2-0 in a game that was about as much fun as a wet fart!
Saying that though, the trip wasn't entirely lamentable... as prior to the game, we did get to enjoy the excellent hospitality of Al's friends Mark and Wendy, who live down in Bournemouth. And it was at their house that I happened to witness the funniest thing I've seen in ages!
Mark and Wendy, you see, are both cat-lovers... and one of their felines is called Clint.
Now this, I'm sure you'll agree, is quite an amusing name for a cat. The truly funny thing though was Clint's collar - a superbling little number acquired by Mark and Wendy, which spells out his name in faux diamond studs.
However, the 'L' and the 'I' of 'CLINT' were slightly too close together - so to the untrained eye, it actually looked like the letters spelt something else!
The photograph below of Clint probably speaks for itself!!!
Meanwhile, as well as cat-based hilarity, our time at Mark and Wendy's house also saw us meet one of their friends who turned out to have an amazing 'claim to fame' - namely, the fact that his Grandad used to play for Forest in the 1950s! December 07 So much to see, so much to do, so little time...Well, it’s been nearly a week since I last wrote in this blog – probably a reflection of how bloody busy I’ve been! Indeed, life in the world of Rich is almost unmanageably hectic at the moment! I feel I’m trying to keep far too many plates spinning all the same time… what with trying to hold down two jobs, in addition to lots of running around for the Brian Clough Statue Fund – which, all being well, will be hitting it’s target of £60,000 for a lasting memorial to the Master Manager by Christmas!
Oh, and there’s also the small matter of getting everything in place for early 2007 when, all being well, I’ll be clearing off abroad for much of next year! So, busy busy busy! But hey, I’m not complaining. It’s all exciting stuff after all – and as the great (?!) Jon Bon Jovi once screeched… I’ll sleep when I’m dead!
What’s more, it’s not been ALL work and no play! For this weekend just gone, I spent a very enjoyable couple of days up in my adopted second home, Liverpool. As anyone who knows me will know, Scouseland is a place where I lived for nearly four years between 1998 and 2002. I love the city dearly and still have loads of great friends up there – and last weekend, the wedding reception of my mate Paul and his bride Betty provided me with a perfect opportunity to go visiting! So first of all, the wedding 'do'! This was at in the trophy room at Anfield – as in the home of Liverpool Football Club!
Now as a footy fan myself, LFC are a club who, frankly, I have absolutely no time for. Now I'm sure this doesn't give the LFC hierarchy cause for too many sleepless nights - but nevertheless, I had slight reservations about having to set foot in a stadium still awash with the delusion that LFC are one of the greatest teams in the world. That said, I kept finding myself thinking of all sorts of mischievous things I could get up to – sneaking off and taking a crafty shit in the famous ‘boot room’, for instance!
Alas though, there were quite a lot of security guys around so this wasn’t possible! Nevertheless, I did still smuggle my own vodka in to avoid having to give LFC any of my hard-earned cash – and to be fair, it did make quite a nice change to go to Anfield for something other than watching my own team, Nottingham Forest, get spanked! Forest, famously, haven’t won at Anfield since 1969. That said, I was there on the day when they came probably as close as they’ve ever got to breaking this duck, back in 1996.
Back then, Forest were still a Premiership club… and on New Year’s Day, they travelled to Anfield for a league match. This was during a period of a couple of years when I used to go to virtually every Forest game, home and away - and at this particular match, I recall scenes of pandemonium and utter disbelief in the away end as Forest stunned the Liverpool fans into silence by racing into a 2-0 lead after less than ten minutes! Alas though, this proved to be the footballing equivalent of a premature ejaculation from Forest… with Liverpool demonstrating their infuriating knack of dragging victory from the jaws of defeat by winning 4-2.
To rub salt into the wounds, two of the Liverpool goals were scored by Stan Collymore, who’d left Forest to join Liverpool the previous summer in acrimonious circumstances. And one of my biggest regrets in life actually centres around one of the celebrity dogger’s two strikes! On the day, you see, I was sat on the front row in the away end at Anfield, literally just a few yards from the net into which Stan fired his two goals. One of these goals came after Forest’s defence collapsed like a pack of cards, resulting in Stan merely having to stroke ball into an empty net. And with characteristic arrogance, he deliberately rolled the ball in slowly, before celebrating smugly in front of myself and the other several thousand glum Forest fans!
Now in life, ain’t it a bitch how you always think of brilliant things you could have done or said in a particular situation, ten minutes AFTER the event? This was certainly a classic case of that – because shortly after Stan’s goal, it occurred to me that I could almost certainly have leapt out of my seat at Anfield and onto the pitch, and cleared his shot off the line! Sure, I would probably have got banged up and ended up being banned from every ground in the country – but surely this would’ve been a small sacrifice to make?!
Anyway, I digress slightly! Back to the wedding reception – which, in spite of the overbearing stench of Liverpool Football Club, was a great night... in which I danced like a loon and got hideously drunk! My final memories of the night are of being back at the home of my friends Kev and Becky, with whom I was staying, and singing a drunken rendition of ‘Blackbird’ by The Beatles… accompanied by Becky on the ukulele!!!
Less impressively, my next memory is of waking up still fully clothed and splattered with my own vomit! Oops… Needless to say then, much of the next day (Saturday) was spent recovering! Meanwhile, Sunday saw me catch up with various other friends that I have up in Scouseland, including a trip into Liverpool city centre to watch Ashleigh – daughter of my friends John and Clare – take part in the city’s annual ‘Santa dash’!
As the name suggests, this basically involves lots of people dressing as Father Christmas, and then running five kilometres to raise money for charidee. Amazingly, the event attracted a turn-out of over 5,000 Santas, smashing the previous world record for the biggest number of Santas taking part in a Santa dash!
This means that I’ve actually witnessed not one but TWO world records this year – because when I went to Ireland back in the summer for the Electric Picnic music festival, I was one of around 10,000 people who raised a glass as part of what was subsequently confirmed the world’s largest toast! Who knows, maybe I ought to sit in a bath of baked beans or something for the next fortnight, and make it a hat-trick!
Anyways, I’ve added some amusing photos from the Santa dash to my gallery, along with some snaps from Paul and Betty’s wedding reception. Enjoy! December 01 If you're a storyteller you might think you're without responsibility. And you can lead your characters anywhere you want, you have immunity...Last night saw me attend an event put on by a group called The Storytellers of Nottingham.
The group in question are basically a bunch of local writers, who were fed up about the fact that the noble art of storytelling seems to be increasingly falling by the wayside in the modern world.
Rather than just sit on their arses and moan about this sad state of affairs though, they decided, much to their credit, to get off their arses and do something about it. And so it was that the Storytellers of Nottingham came into being.
So how does it work?
Well each month, the Storytellers get together in the backroom of a pub and perform stories that they've written. They also allow newcomers to get up and have a go. The events are open to the public - and having heard that they make for a very entertaining evening, I decided to go along last night.
So what was it like?
Well last night's event just so happened to be the group's annual 'World's Greatest Liar' contest - the idea being that each storyteller got up and spin a yarn of utter codswallop... with the audience then voting at the end as to who they felt was the supreme bullshitter!
Amusingly, the bloke from the group who acted as compere for the evening began by stating that no politicians or lawyers were allowed to enter, due to the fact that they're "professional liars"! The braggadocio* then commenced, with around eight people getting up and having a go.
Now it's not really worth me trying to relate any of the tales that were told, because it was very much a case of 'You had to be there'. There were, however, some very accomplished and funny performers - with one guy in particular bringing the house down with a tale of how he'd supposedly had a backstreet vasectomy!
The winner though was a guy who got up and delivered an utterly surreal monologue about a woman he claimed to know and her apparent hobby of taking photographss of fried bread from unusual angles!
Overall, a very entertaining evening - and all for a bargain admission price of just £3.
And also, a quick word about the venue. Earlier, I described the place where the Storytellers hold their monthly events as merely 'the back room of a pub'. That's probably a bit of an understatement though - because the watering hole in question is actually Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem... which, for the benefit of any non-Nottingham dwellers reading this, is allegedly the oldest boozer in England!
It's a great place too, 'the Trip', with loads of history. Particularly fascinating is 'the legend of the cursed galleon'. Basically, there's a small model of a ship hanging from the ceiling in part of the pub - and apparently it never ever gets cleaned, because various staff members at 'the Trip' who have performed this task in the past have supposedly ended up dropping dead shortly afterwards!
I personally find the story a bit far-fetched - indeed, whoever first told it was probably the first winner of the Storytellers' 'World's Greatest Liar' competition!
Either way though, I was quite amused to discover that, despite it supposedly having led to the death of various staff members, 'the Trip' glorifies the legend by selling a real ale called 'Cursed Galleon'!
Also of note is the fact that the pub is actually built into the side of one of Nottingham's many sandstone caves! Indeed, the 'back room' that I described earlier is called 'The Rock Lounge' - and this is actually because it's the point in the pub where the building ends and the cave begins!
Shame in a way - because with a name like 'The Rock Lounge', I'd half expected to walk in and find Lemmy jamming with Keith Richards, with the ghost of Sid Vicious slumped unconscious on the floor!
* As you may know, I'm a huge fan of great words, and this is my new favourite! A big shout to JHH for introducing it to my lexicon... |
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