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(1) When he's advancing down the corridor, blurting out "Bloody hell, it's Terry Waite!".

(2) As you pass him in the doorway, telling the old Gerry Sadowitz joke ("Terry Waite. I don't know, lend the c*nt a fiver and you never see him again").

Well-disposed readers will be relieved to know I did neither.

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dermfitz
Nov. 15th, 2005 10:41 pm (UTC)
I very nearly did 1) (as in your number one, not a number one) when I worked in the classical dept of Virgin Megastore in Argyle St, Glasgow. I emerge from under the counter to be met by the hulking orsine frame of Mr Terry Waite himself, who was very polite and bought something on the Naxos label. Yes.
strictlytrue
Nov. 16th, 2005 12:00 am (UTC)
Was his coat stuffed with guns to swap for hostages?
webofevil
Nov. 16th, 2005 12:23 am (UTC)
That might explain why he's so massive. I'll ask next time.
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