
The problem is that I've promised to take my Sis to play crazy golf, and the Running 4 Women event (a mystery to me, since I'm more used to running from women) have set up the finish line by the 18th hole, where doddery old Ming will be eying up the talent and reminding everyone he was in the Olympics every five minutes.
Although on the plus side, having completely forgotten to go and wave at Tony Blair when he was here last week, this could be my chance to get on TV. All I need is a wig and a running vest.
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