Picture the scene.A bedsit in the Isle of Wight, the air hazy with the pungent smoke of a good night's marshmallow toasting.
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Tart Monkey,
Sat 24 May 2003, 0:59,
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Ginger slumped in one corner.Snoring loudly, his lips betraying the floury mallow goodness from the previous night.
( Tart Monkey,
Sat 24 May 2003, 1:15,
archived)