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Cup of tea and poached eggs. I plop him out to stop the drips going on my lap.

It was this year in Cobham, but to be fair I did have my old chap out.

I met Max Clifford once. Well I say met, he hovered over my table at a cafe expecting me to give my seat up. He looks like he's permanently dressed for a game of golf. Cannot comment if he's guilty or not but I found his taste in pastel polo shirts a crime.