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Monday, 30 March 2015
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Swings and roundabouts, he had to share a cell with a sweaty Roy Kinnear before he got any of the crumpet.
ReplyDeleteYeah, but he didn't have to snog Roy Kinnear (one of the greats), did he? (We hope.)
ReplyDeleteSean's then-wife, Diana Cilento, once quipped, "It's his job. He has to do it. Poor fellow."
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Yeah - don't we all feel sorry for him? I wouldn't mind people feeling sorry for me if I got to snog the women he did. How about you, TC?
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