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Jogger's Bum.
So there I was. Riding down the High Street on a sunny Sunday morning. Jacket zipped right up to my Adam’s apple. A borrowed bike beneath me. Only three gears.
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If I were Father Christmas.
If I were Father Christmas I wouldn't bother shoving pillows up my jacket to make me look round and jolly. I'd be the first of a whole new breed of introspective Santas.
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A Jewel.
The room that I sleep in is small. There's just enough floor space for me to turn around in.
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Love and Mince Pies.
It's not easy to find somebody to love you. I was in Waitrose on Tuesday - they had a lot of mince pies and Christmas puddings - but I couldn't find somebody to love me.
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Small Town vs Big City
I lived in a small town once. The people there tried to stick me in a can with a new label. The new label said, 'ONE OF US'. The can didn't agree with me much and I didn't agree with the can.
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