Someone keeps removing things from the canal, and putting them to one side. Here's a free bike.
Listening to Cliff Richards on "Desert Island Discs", but thinking of The Beatles.
A word.
Looking up while waiting to shoot.
A detour home.
Back on Hampstead Heath. Unpoliced oral prohibition.
I don't know what heated tobacco is, and I doubt this.
Something old.
Something new.
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