My FAMILY WERE ON THAT DAMNED THING.
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I saw it drifting eastwards when I was fishing the other day.
I waved to your Mum. She said to say Hi.
It was superfluous.
Charlie Brookers Column on Solent TV may inspire a wave of nostalgia.