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A Londoner wanted me to lie back and think of England. I wanted to visit the queen. We compromised and got a beef-eater in.

I know this bloke called Doug. But he doesn’t know me—not the real me. Then again, you could write a book about what Doug doesn’t know. A big book. Make the bible look like some joker’s tweet. You could fill the internet with Doug’s soul-shattering depths of ignorance. Out on a picnic the other day,...