No doubt the fragrant Nicole has her reasons. I think there seemed to be more ladies there than geezers. Indeed I found myself standing next to a very pretty, smiling Sudanese number in Muslim nun's habit clothing, trying like her to decipher the profoundly carp, deliberately misleading and incomplete directions.
Going the long way round every time, in a daze, doesn't bother some people but it really cheeses me off. Like coping with a slightly-foxed version of Windows on a PC. They offer you efficiency and tangle you up in a lot of dirty sellotape and used dental floss. Not my bag, gate, you dig?
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