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Confucius, he say:

In the battle between an air of dignified sophistication and the fresh cream doughnut, there can only ever be one winner, my child. The wise man packs a towel"

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Reached the end of Chapter Twenty-Four of HP6, and there are definitie signs that the Potter cherry may be about to roll into the undergrowth, never to be seen again...

I think the next chapter may be a co-write with Alexander McCall Smith, called "Harry Potter and the Full Condom of Life"

Those who wonder why my once-noticeable comic skills have degenerated into a stream of second-rate can be forgiven for the curiosity - I'm wondering the same thing myself. But then, I'll need all the reserves of bonhomie to survive the next two days, in Bishop's Stortford...