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I simply require all of my wishes to come true

Sun, 08/22/2010 - 05:01 -- Bee

Earlier this year I declared that I would not spend another August in Cambridge, yet here I mysteriously remain!

That is a problem that will be rectified posthaste.

I'm not greedy. I simply require all of my wishes to come true. And, like the Kray twins, I always start as I mean to go on.

But wherever will I live next? Dual nationality means I can stay here, go home, or pick any destination I desire in the European Union.

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