Frankly I am not HP! The gig at Dover Castle turned out to be a right stinker. I had to sit in a tunnel all day, covered in ketchup, pretending to be a wounded WW2 airman. I tell you, for an artiste of my calibre it was humiliating beyond belief.
And the facilities! Well, see for yourself...
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We saw that a couple of months ago - did you have to call out to Bunty, your deceased pal?
P-lease! Don't remind me! The ignominy!
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