One man's race to become a world-class studio photographer before his wife finds out how much money he has spent.
Looks like the sort of dream where you suddenly realize you're in public with no clothes on. And right when a dark pair of trousers would be especially handy, from the looks of things.
Eh-oo tally-ho, my good man! Indeed, yes, quite! There's a wicket that's come unstuck, no doubt, as it were, I must say. Jolly good!
The egg is afraid of being whipped and beaten.
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Looks like the sort of dream where you suddenly realize you're in public with no clothes on. And right when a dark pair of trousers would be especially handy, from the looks of things.
Eh-oo tally-ho, my good man! Indeed, yes, quite! There's a wicket that's come unstuck, no doubt, as it were, I must say. Jolly good!
The egg is afraid of being whipped and beaten.
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