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It was hugs all around for Wayne when
he was at home.
You could spot him at the salt-beef bagel
shop, out in bars, breaking into old peoples houses and finally
winding up in Croydon to eat his father out of house and home!
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This was
just what we needed to re-Europeanise ourselves after being away for
3 years. Clear skies, lots of strong cheese, plenty of cheap
wine and more bread than you can shake a stick at! |
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I have a
theory that you would verge on being an alcoholic living in France,
most people out there would deny this, but at one euro a litre, why
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11km of sand was about
enough to accomodate Wayne's, Eva's and my rapidly expanding girth.
Even Holly thought the beach was worth a visit, although she hasn't
got her ASA 5m swimming badge yet. |
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