Myra was starting to wonder if they hadn't gone too far with this game of knock down ginger...but then she remembered it was Jeremy Clarkson's doorstep.
Eight thousand, three hundred and twenty four, eight thousand three hundred and twenty five (Nokia ring tone) "Hello,eh? Sorry mate wrong number" Now where was I? Eight thousand, three, no four, no OH BO*****S onw, two, three...........
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