I've now remembered
It's a Bust!
When there were wolves in Wales, and birds the colour of red-flannel petticoats whisked past the harp-shaped hills
Gender-bending in the Ffestiniog Male Voice Choir
That lying, lazy, stay-at-home, self deluding shit (and why I love him anyway)
Let me tell you about the very rich
My Sherry Amour
Fashion Tips for Zombies
With the scent of a ripe fig
What you read on the newspaper after you finished the fish and chips
A Literary Love Affair
Little Black Book
Tale of a Prison Chaplain
Crippled Beauty meets Slouching Beast
Backwash, Backlash
Rum 'n' Raisin
Yanks Cool Arsenal Stake
Well Hung and Tasty (as the butcher said to the actress)
In the real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning
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