Yeah. I love all that. A while ago, one just completely went to town on me and gave me a face mask, waxed my ears and nostrils and gave me a hot towel massage. Brilliant, it was.
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It's funny you should say that, because when I think of the time we met, the memory is somehow ethereal, as if it were a dream... a bar in a Hilton hotel, full of shouting peons and warm bottles of lager... and you were with someone, a man who was there and, at the same time, wasn't there... perhaps it was a dream.