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goldfish brain
It's Friday afternoon again. That means I'm supervising students doing coursework. Which means I can spod but only concentrate for three seconds at a time. Which means... memes!
I like the memory one. What's the first memory that comes to mind when you think of me? Tell me about it.
I like the memory one. What's the first memory that comes to mind when you think of me? Tell me about it.
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Ooops. Sorry. Just typed the first thing that came into mind. And it's nothing personal - breasts are just often the first thing to come into a man's mind. They're not really a memory, though, so not quite what you asked for. (I tend not to memorise women's breasts. They're not, in my experience, a very useful tool for establishing identity.)
Sorry. No memories really jump out at me. I have to actually think about it, which means that my mind (methodical and boring as it is) throws up my actual first memory involving you - that'd be meeting you for the first time in the Shakespeare's Head. That was a couple of years ago, I think. As memories go, it's hardly enthralling stuff to tell of. There will not, I fear, be large queues of people waiting for me to retell this particular memory, hanging on my every word.
Not interesting at all, really.
Unlike breasts...
(It's friday. Let me have my fun!)
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I just re-read that, and a short way into it my "internal voice" changed from mine to that of Jeff from Coupling (http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/coupling/). That can't be a good thing... Especially as it worked quite well.
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(As the actress said to the bishop.)
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I am, therefore, about to eat chocolate. Just to see what happens.
Stand well back! I'm about to light the fuse!
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I just had to say that.
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