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M: /returning from the bar/ I couldn’t get you a g&t but I did get a packet of cheese and onion crisps.

S: I don’t know how he does it, he knows a girl in every bar or pub in Westminster.

Mr Tequila Man: Do you see the table behind us? Tories. For once we’re outnumbered.

Tory P: /modelling shirt of dubious taste/ Do you think purple is my coulour?

Mr Tequila Man: /to the waitress/ I’m just going to have olives, if you see the bowl empty just keep them coming.

M: You’re such a flirt.
S: Really do you think so? /flicks hair/

Mr Tequila Man: More olives

M: Are you eating sugar straight from the packet?
S: /pouring sugar from the packet down her throat/ Move on…

Mr Tequila Man: So I’ve met the girl I want to marry, I just need you two to talk to her mate while I persuade her of this, oh and she has a boyfriend.

Tory P: Weddings are great events to take dates to. Do you think I can find one at such short notice? A date that is, not a wedding.

Blogging: about people you don’t know
Mourning: the loss of Planet Afterlife
Listening to: The Go Team Thunder, Lightning, Strike

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