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[smellingbottle]

I have a ticket to Pete Postlethwaite’s Lear tonight, but I may decide not to risk the tube having already stopped for the night by the time it ends. Or maybe the snow is an excuse. I honestly find Lear difficult to reconcile with the average notion of an evening’s quiet enjoyment, and good ones are harder to bear than mediocre ones. The

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[liseuse]

I walked through a hopping centre (the s was obviously mislaid somewhere) on Sunday evening and saw a lot of youths having a very good-natured snowball fight. It was quite charming. Unlike my snow soggy feet, which were more of an irritation.