Chairs and collared dove."Excuse me, have I seen you on TV?" says the waitress at The Crown at Groomsbridge. "You look just like... you know that man in ...." A celebrity at last. Well not quite. Having denied my appearance on the screen, I offer my autograph which is politely declined.
There a lamppost near our house where ivy has climbed exuberantly. It is almost half way up, as though it is some kind of rampant legging.
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Yesterday you offered a novel title, today can I suggest a possible name for a pop band from this post: The Rampant Leggings?
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