I particularly loathed Valjean's song in "On this page". For I at last am sleeping. No you're not, you're singing, you clot. Then that dreadful line, "Your mother gave her life for you, then gave you too my keeping." Good trick if you can do it, snuff it, then write out the paperwork. Just thinking about it, and I'm off to look for a railway bridge and a speeding train!!!
However, don't let me put you off. Enjoy it, and if you don't, at least you know there's a grumpy old *** in England who can't stand it!


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