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I empathize, mate. You'll get over it. I did.
(Only in my case she was a Kiwi girl, and we were walking around in Dublin, and I was way too shy in those days to suggest a trip to Phoenix Park, which was infamous in the middle nineties anyway, and my landlady was a very friendly, but also old-fashioned Catholic Irish woman, so that wasn't an option either.)
Douglas Adams was wrong. Knowing where your towel is isn't nearly as important as always having a twin-sized tent with you.
(Via Tim Blair.)
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