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Drunk in Newcastle - March '03 | ||||||||||||||||||||
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Tony smiles in shocked admiration of the master at work. Contrast and compare the look on Lisa's face...... 1) Faint disgust - as if detecting the faint aroma of eggs - while Twan shows his new "Mobile phone" - Everyone's got a Sharp GX-10 these days mate - nowt special there! 2) Deeply concealed passion as she sniffs my ear. (One of my better self portraits I think...) |
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The reason Lisa is "deeply concealing her passion" is, I think, the same reason I look some how uneasy...... Her Husband...... Graham (Alternativley she may just not like me very much.) |
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Go Home, please? | ||||||||||||||||||||