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I've reproduced it there at the perfect size for viewing (ie. too small to read). I must admit, I never imagined that an article which begins with the sentence "Lathering up in the shower, I sang to myself loudly. 'Rub a dub, dub...'" would end with the words "Phil Gardner, 35, Brighton, East Sussex". Especially as I turned 36 last week.
I'd just like to state for the record that I wrote precisely none of those words. And I've never 'cooed' in my life. The only writing I did was to sign my name on the contract promising me money. But personally I like it. As I said to Lisa this afternoon, it goes so far past bad that it comes right back around to good. Although I think my Mum summed up the situation nicely when she texted me in the middle of a clinic at Mile Oak this morning with these words of wisdom: "You and Chloe are in the magazine - rubbish story but 2 good pictures. Have you had the cheque?".
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