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I forgot there was an advertising thing going on in the South of France.

Then someone sent me an email that mentioned it and I felt this thing explode inside me, like the fart of an arthiritic, palsied, neophyte fairyfly.*

Um… So there’s some nominations for some UK agencies for some ads.

I’m sorry, I can’t be arsed to write any more.

(I wonder if there’s a twelve step ‘recovery from advertising’ course. Step six: realise that there is nothing less important in the world than the C***** *********** ******.)

*The smallest animal on earth.