“This Must Be Thursday, I Never Could Get The Hang Of Thursdays.”


“Has Mr Dent come to his senses yet?” “Can we for the moment,” called Ford, “assume that he hasn’t?” “Well?” sighed Mr Prosser. “And can we also assume,” said Ford, “that he’s going to be here all day?”

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Slightly greying, bequiffed and enterprising visual artist from Up North.
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