Begging Your Pardon, Chaps, No Blog Today

I've gone and eaten me very last piece of paper to stop the rumblings in me gullet, so I'm afraid I've nothin' what to write about the economic bailout on. 'ad only this tiny scrap of paper in me pocket. If it wouldn't be too much trouble returning it, please. It's the only photo I 'ave left of me brother.

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