(...gone by 11:15.)
I was getting the old barnet primped this morning when I realised my flies were 100% undone.
With a mug of Tetley's in one hand and a copy of The Gulag Archipelago in the other, I was unable to do anything about it until my stylist went to fetch my coat.
Whereupon I surreptitiously zipped up - forgetting, of course, that I was in a roomful of mirrors and my actions would be visible to everyone present.
Tuesday, 3 March 2009
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