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Wednesday, 20 August 2008

Major Boothroyd, Call Your Service

Only two things have kept me from buying an Aston Martin DBS. One is the fairly obvious and annoying fact that I'm a freelance writer and consequently as poor as a church mouse. The other is that until now there wasn't a stylish Swiss watch that would unlock the doors.

Probably just as well that point one still holds. With my luck I'd press the wrong button and fire the Stinger missiles.

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