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April 22, 2004


Today, XPT were everywhere.

I'm sitting in the Carluccio's between Great Portland and Great Titchfield Streets, talking to my Greek Cypriot boss about her uncle and how he runs whole villages back home, when I glance over and see - in a vase - a stunning display of aubergines. I check the specials board, but thankfully they aren't on the menu.

I get back to the office, when who should be on MTV2 - Jemma's favourite band from the Isle of Wight - The Bees. They are *never* on MTV2.

And now, I've got home, and there's a mysterious package that has been delivered addressed to my wife with something metallic inside...

What should I do? Leave your comments below and I'll send you an email when I know...

Posted by Tom Dolan at April 22, 2004 08:39 PM

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Don't open the package! Give it to someone else...

Posted by: Rob Bevan at April 23, 2004 09:45 AM

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