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The art of deadpan – a brief footnote to “No sex please, we’re British.”

My mother is a 7th level practitioner of deadpan. Mum’s Greatest Hits. A Side Sometime during my teens, after my father had died, I recall sitting with my mother in the front room, watching a film on the TV. We … Continue reading

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