Jimmy B's got something on his upper lip, and I can see it from more than 8 feet away!! Ladies, we seem to have a winner and by more than just a whisker! My plan to update the 1.5 people that read this on the hirsute stakes on a daily basis obviously needs revision as I survey what appears to be a clean shaven Sammy... perhaps a weekly update might be more appropriate.
My fluffy meanderings are abruptly cut short as a glacial blasts arrogantly dismisses my silk clad legs to a most dreadfully horripilating effect. Clearly, 'tis no longer the season for anything above the knee! I loiter with intent at the entrance of Primark, utterly uncaring of any mortification (not to mention the comprehensive damage to my ubersophisticate image, cufflinks notwithstanding!) the suggestion of having emerged from within might engender in the passing public. The blast of heat that was so compelling withers against nature's disdain, and I try to distract myself with the sight of a pure Hollywood moon poised in a crystal clear sky. That explains the cold snap! I contemplate a walk back, but sub 10 deg. temperatures make the frivolous Primark windows look positively ravishing....
Perhaps the time has come to turn on the heating.....
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