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[littlemoose]

Dad and I were in our favourite cafe today. Unfortunately, somebody there had stuck Westlife's Love Album on the cd player and was letting it run through. By the time they started murdering Easy I was in despair:

Me: Oh, god, next stop, the seventh circle - I swear, this is hell's elevator music!
Dad: *giggles, covers face with hands*
Me: What?
Dad: No, just I had this thought about 'going down with Westlife' but no-one needs that.
Me: For the love of god, mental floss! Or the number of Richard Hammond's brain surgeon!
Dad: Why, have you developed a sudden liking for celery?

This then put me in mind that I hadn't told dad about the bloody hilarious Four Horsemen Drivers of the Apocalypse comment fic that turned up on rionaleonhart's journal. Dad was impressed, but he had his own take on it...

Dad: Actually, I can see James May in a little hippie Beetle - you know, with big flowers painted on it - smiling and waving at people as he goes past and Clarkson on the phone going, 'You haven't quite got the hang of this Grim Reaper thing, have you, May?'

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Like you couldn't tell, I've not had much more than an hour's sleep since Wednesday, and I'm now at the seeing through time stage...