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A busy Friday afternoon 

Exploding plane, but not an exploding cigar, as days of fun have long since gone.
The Byzantine Empire never left Russia, either that or they were incapable of keeping secrets, and sober leaders 
like Putin, appear to be a rarity.
Trump the chomp, has had his mug- shot taken he didn't look pleased, and we agree, it is not the done thing to treat a president this way piling on humiliations like it was confetti, but I think Trump should avoid flying until 
We win the election again, the American voters are mad enough to let this happen.
Britain has got the Italian illness, changing prime minsters every so often and scandals are for all to see
A female MP, they try to fire and that ain't easy for the lady is no other than Nadine Dorries, who is very famous if not in the House of Commons, she stays away but get to keep the pay. 
A man, a famous talk host, has died, his son tells us his father was suffering from “impostor syndrome, I know I have waited eighty years for the tap on my shoulder and someone telling me to go, return to the slum I came from, I think, a hazard worth paying for a better life like your own bedroom and to sit on a loo no other bums have sat on before.

Lunch this Friday was a long affair, the cafe was full and we waited a long time, I didn't mind, and observed
the Brazilian woman who is ten years older than her husband scolding her eighteen-year-old son, I hoped she didn't speak to her husband in this manner, he might think of his mother, which cannot be good for the sex life.

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