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So, I wonder up the steps to my designated seat. I haven't been to a game in a while so I'm not sure where I'm sitting but one of my mates plonks me down.
Next to me on my immediate right is a very suave looking cherry who I assume is one of our lot. Turns out, after a brief chin wag that it isn't.
Anyhoo, I have a few brief conversations with this guy about the game but I must admit I am more drawn to the guys style. The bloke is 100% dapper and knows how to dress and I am admiring him. You cannot buy looking cool, there's a load of tickets out there who can afford it but they will never look first class.
I'm waffling.
Turns out after a couple of nods and how's your fathers that I met BLUEBEAT tonight, although neither of us knew it at the time.
Next time we'll have a beer baby!
“Hello, I'm your MP. Actually I'm not. I'm your candidate. Gosh.”
Boris Johnson canvassing in Henley, 2005.
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