Pansy?

[mc_mike]

You IOed me, right? I think you did but I can't bloody remember. Hope it wasn't anything important and if it was, I'm dead sorry I missed it.

Padma, I'm sorry again as well. I know it doesn't count for much but I am.

The rest, don't ask. I'll send postcards.

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Forgot you don't speak strine. C'est vrai? I think that's right. Is it spelt right?

And you've agreed. That's brilliant.

Don't worry yourself over it.

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It has a name. How quaint.
Yes, you spelt it fine.

I like him. Shouldn't I see someone I like?


I always worry over you. I've been doing that since I was 16 and you can't stop me now.

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You learn to love it once you give it a chance.
Brill. Isaac sang it and I transcribed, but there was some dodgy notes being hit there.

Did I say that? I never said that.

Then prentend you aren't, yeah? Tell me how ruddy brilliant I am and how female-kind'd be at a loss without me.

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That can be said for many things, including Ron. Will you at least be civil with him? He'll be around.


You haven't disappointed a single person who considers you a friend, maybe even a best friend at that. Without you, i can guarantee that my life would be lacking, and I think it goes without saying for Padma, Tony, Terry, and probably even your singing mate.

May I throw you a welcome home party when you get here? Tony and I discussed it, but he isn't sure you'd be interested.

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Reckon so, least until the new model arrives.

Stop. I'm blushing. You're pretty sodding fantastic yourself there. I know mine'd be a mite less colourful for cert without you lot as well.

You like Isaac?


You can do whatever you like so long as there'd be a Niagra Falls of alcohol on hand, some billywig stings, and you'd call it something other than 'welcome home'..