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BRENTFORD TO HOST MILLENNIAL CELEBRATIONS TWO YEARS EARLY AND IT'S OFFICIAL

'There's been a flipping foul-up,' said the form-fetcher.

'Right,' said Fred. 'One more time and try to pay attention. First question. Where are we now, at this precise moment?'

'If I say it's no, then I bloody well mean it.' Fred tore the newspaper to shreds and flung the pieces all about. We've worked too long and hard on this,' Fred shouted. 'How could it happen? Tell me how?'

'No No'

BRENTFORD TO HOST MILLENNIAL CELEBRATIONS TWO YEARS EARLY AND IT'S OFFICIAL

'Get off me. Just give me that frigging newspaper.' Fred snatched away the copy of the Brentford Mercury and began to pace up and down, reading as he paced. Words all beginning with the letter F spilled from his mouth but, what with the law of diminishing returns and everything, they will remain unrecorded.

'Foul-up,' said the first fellow. 'Not to put too fine a point on it.'

'Correct again. And why am I this?'

'There's been a flipping foul-up,' said the form-fetcher.

'There's been a flipping foul-up,' said the form-fetcher.

One of the anonymous duo fetched over the form and both of them sat down upon it (which must have meant that it was a bench, rather than a piece of paper).

One of the anonymous duo fetched over the form and both of them sat down upon it (which must have meant that it was a bench, rather than a piece of paper).

'Tuck me' said Fred, and fell off the fender.

'Foul-up,' said the first fellow. 'Not to put too fine a point on it.'

'Correct again. And why am I this?'

'There's been a flipping foul-up,' said the form-fetcher.

'If I say it's no, then I bloody well mean it.' Fred tore the newspaper to shreds and flung the pieces all about. We've worked too long and hard on this,' Fred shouted. 'How could it happen? Tell me how?'

'Get off me. Just give me that frigging newspaper.' Fred snatched away the copy of the Brentford Mercury and began to pace up and down, reading as he paced. Words all beginning with the letter F spilled from his mouth but, what with the law of diminishing returns and everything, they will remain unrecorded.

'Are you sure it wasn't him?'

'Get off me. Just give me that frigging newspaper.' Fred snatched away the copy of the Brentford Mercury and began to pace up and down, reading as he paced. Words all beginning with the letter F spilled from his mouth but, what with the law of diminishing returns and everything, they will remain unrecorded.

The duo hastened to his aid.

One of the anonymous duo fetched over the form and both of them sat down upon it (which must have meant that it was a bench, rather than a piece of paper).

'If I say it's no, then I bloody well mean it.' Fred tore the newspaper to shreds and flung the pieces all about. We've worked too long and hard on this,' Fred shouted. 'How could it happen? Tell me how?'

'To clear up any confusion that might exist, sir.'

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