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Afternoon.
Afternoon.
I'm running late today. In between playing Monopoly on my Itouch, figuring out what I want from life, keeping track of current affairs, training to film you lot on Monday Night, looking after the workies (below) , eating enough before I start fasting, catching the eye of the new girl, re-jigging the MNF team, making sure I don't miss out on any free flights & acommadation in Ibiza, taking deliverey of a bottle of vodka at 11.30am and pissing off MNF's answer to Steve Brookstein, (Dave Lee) it's been a solidly frantic end to the week. Anyone fancy the Soccerette???
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