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aaah I see you adore Fenchurch too good taste!

He looked a wee bit furtive, I must say. And slightly harrassed, but that's the standard look of anyone trying to make their way through Edinburgh's ignorant streets. As for the pillows - hmmm - I dunno. But if his next book's called The Pillowsnatcher, I'm going to wish I'd tackled him - as he'd obviously nicked them from some old woman. The swine.

Not that I've ever read any of his books.

Sure you'll think of something to do. I'd give you suggestions, but I don't know what you've done previously... There must be something that's been on your list for long and weary...