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Published: December 28th 2006
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A knock on my door. I stir in my bed. As I rise to greet my mysterious caller I speculate on who it could possibly be. Scarlett Johansson perhaps, clutching a 38mm spanner, a couple of onion bhajees and a copy of the latest edition of Private Eye? My imagination continues to outpace all logical probablities as I visualise her handing over these precious treasures whilst whispering in a breathless...
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