Monday, 7 June 2010

A La Recherche Du Temps Perdu.

Oh God, now I definitely know who Johnny Hunter is. And what he's talking about.
Posted by Polly James (aka Molly Bennett) at 23:30

5 comments:

  1. nuttycow8 June 2010 at 10:03

    And are you going to spill?

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  2. Polly James (aka Molly Bennett)8 June 2010 at 11:23

    I have to have some time to recover from the embarrassment first!

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  3. BenefitScroungingScum8 June 2010 at 11:49

    The suspense is killing me.....
    BG

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  4. Piers Fallowcherry8 June 2010 at 15:46

    Brilliant.

    Wish I had a bike shed moment to recall though - rather than re-living it vicariously through yours. In instalments.

    Hang on ... seem to remember there was a moment or two in the shadow of the wendy house when I was knee-high to a kneecap. Involved girl from over fence at bottom of garden (same age & curiosity plus winsome grubbiness). Promised to get married too. First of many broken. Shame on some (but not all) counts.

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  5. Polly James (aka Molly Bennett)8 June 2010 at 16:02

    All I can say is that I must have been wearing gin-and-orange glasses at that moment, bearing in mind Johnny's teenaged appearance and the fact that he showed no signs of International Directorship of a Global Oil Company at the time.

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