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This is one of those times* when I wish I got TG Mag on subscription. I don't get TG Mag on subscription cos I like being able to choose the cover when they do a selection, and Sod's Law says I'd get the one I least wanted each time.

But I Wanna see my name in print!

*pouts*


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* i.e. the week before it hits the shelves. Every month.

OI!

snapesbabe and strangefrontier!

The tickets have arrived!

*runs round in circles doing the "shoot that fokker" dance*

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ION, I Win At Life. And almost-forgotten wine-tasting extravaganzas. I might have to change my name to Wez, with all the Winning I've been doing. Except that would be Scary. Also, wine + pseudoephedrine hydrochloride = very strange head spaces and almost hallucinogenic Wayne's World-style wibbly effects.

But, Did You Know that Chilean wine has a different root stock from that found anywhere else in the world, cos the wine Plague couldn't cross the mountains?

I did. Which is Why We Won.

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So. I got my photoprinted in Kerrang! when I was 16, and my name (and a disengage-rational-mind, unedited hindbrain rant) printed in Top Gear when I'm 32. Not counting being in The Times when passed my exams, cos everyone gets that. Where shall I aim for next?

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And now I can't breathe again. I'm off to steam clean my sinuses.