please empty your brain below

Geez, there I am.

That was kind of successful. We all sucked at being covert in the pub, and we all sucked at dispersing afterwards, though.

Oh, and another thing: the shop assistant took a fair amount of convincing to open the shop. One of the four or five other people in the knot around the door told him we were the Sofa Appreciation society, and eventually he was semi-convinced enough to actually let us in.

I found it exhilarating - Dr B. and I could not stop giggling at first, feeling like some naughty eight year olds in a gang.

I found the rules to be slightly irrelevant and not working that well, relying as they were on all of us having synchronized watches. And skipping your "o"s is so hard that I eventually gave up speaking altogether and kept stroking a suede two-seater sofa with a meaningful look.

I looked out for you to say hallo, but as we were among the first in, last out, we must have been at the opposite ends of the crowd.

Of course, the fact that I'd only seen a holiday shapshot of you eight months ago did not stop me from believing that I might have been able to pick you out in a 300-strong crowd.

I can't believe that in this day and age, in London, he let you in! I'd have thought he'd be more inclined to call the police!

I don't believe one word of it, to be honest. First Robbie Williams, and now this. How on earth can you and your company concentrate on producing Diamond Geezer while at the same time trotting all over the place pretending to do these daft things? Storme, indeed. Be Swampy next, if you ask me.

Hey, Storme's my real name. Hippy parents, sigh.

Brilliant yellow traffic sign in the top middle of that picture

you're mad.

Cool, jealous I missed it.

Did you spot yourself in the TV coverage?

I'm not on the TV coverage (I even rewound it to double check). I'm not in the Sun, or the Guardian, or the Metro, or BBC online either.

Result, I think.

You're so anonymous...

(respect)

Hey. What a hoot.
I don't suppose they could organise something mobbishly useful like bringing down this bent Government or painting a poor old lady's bedroom?
Set of silly twats.
(Looks out of front door nervously...)











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