November 2011
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I dreamt of Bruce Forsyth last night.
He was out of his natural habitat.
Some producers had moved him from the studio
To a live link up from a supermarket somewhere in Manchester.
He had to announce to a young boisterous salt-of-the-earth Asian man
That he had won the jackpot of an exciting competition.
The prize was about thirty thousand pounds.
The young boisterous salt-of-the-earth...
