The A B of C, Justin Welby

Let me see, is there anything happening today? Quick look at my diary. Nope, nothing there. Er… let me see… the papers. Darn, nothing there either. Mmmm… what to do? This is most awfully embarrassing, I’m sure there was something I was supposed to do today.

I’ve got this pot of magic oil. The guy who sold it to me insisted it could turn an ordinary mortal into the Invisible Magic Friend’s chosen one, who no longer breaks wind. I just can’t think who to rub it on.

No, it’s no good. I can’t think of anything.

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