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Friday, 2 April 2010


A lot of disdainful nose-sniffing in the air. The British have arrived in the town up the their thousands. They have thrown up everywhere and lie unconcious in piles under bridges. The men are strangely dressed in lady bras and the women dressed as pixies. The Spaniards are not at all pleased.
Meanwhile, the Germans have arrived here like Northern Gods, six feet tall blond Visigoths with pale, translucent skin; striding through the supermarkets on the way to the beach.

The school has forgotten to switch off its speakers so the whole town still subjected to spurts of horrible music every break time...aaarrrggg.


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