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this time for sure

The Impeccable Taste of the Impostume

It has ever been my fondest ambition to be that in the face of which the continued existence of Nick Hornby is rendered incomprehensible; to have become such for even a single individual, no matter how deluded, is necessarily cause for celebration. Have I added this superlatively perceptive and discriminating trend-setter to my blogroll already? I honestly forget; but if not, be assured the anomaly will be rectified forthwith.

I still can’t freestyle for toffee, though.