Q. What's the best dressed woman in Burnt Oak wearing?
A. Pyjamas.
That's a bit rude to women in Burnt Oak, isn't it? But I meant me today. I nipped up to the post office - which has recently crossed the road, there's a joke, a real one, in there somewhere - and halfway realised that I hadn't got out of my pyjamas yet, just flung an old coat on on top. Still, it's dark in the evenings now and I don't think anyone noticed.
Much less cared.
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Friday, 11 November 2011
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