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Secret deep dark secret of the past.

Most of you didn't know me before I started out at Uni, when I became a bitter, poor student. Or a hyperactive yet sleep deprived man breaker, as the case may be.

Anyway, there was a time, long in the past, where this was not the case.

Imagine, if you will, a much smaller (much, much smaller) little me, perhaps five years old. Put that little girl in a lovely little dress. Imagine her with a slightly lisping, rather toff English accent. Put her in the Harrods food court, tightly holding onto her mother's (my mother's) hand, looking up with big blue eyes, her soft blonde hair falling in loose curls around her face as she says in a pleading voice:

"Oh, pleeeeeease, mummy? Can't I please have some caviar?"

And I swear, every word of it is true...


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Jan. 6th, 2003 07:37 pm (UTC)
My how you've changed!!!
Jan. 10th, 2003 03:30 pm (UTC)
I've been walking around for the last few days laughing about this post, so I just thought I'd let you know you I'm grateful for it :)
Jan. 12th, 2003 03:23 pm (UTC)
Glad to be of service!
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