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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Angloneuroses

Apparently our limey friends are more fearful (although the usual conflation of "fear" and "dislike" is duly noted) of cats than they are of crime and clowns, or even dentists and sunlight. This is what happens when all that warm beer and eel pie catches up with you, you start worrying about animals that can't hurt or kill you, or nut up and rip your face off.

My only true fear is Posh Spice, for which our Brit friends still have not apologised (see, conciliatory British spelling). That thing scares the hell out of me. They could have written her into Coraline without animation.

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