Posted by patch on 5/5/2005, 7:19 pm As I stumbled towards the last chemist on the parade, I felt a sudden sense of soothing. This wasn't the cough mixture repeating on me, this was a far deeper and more spiritual sense of well-being. I slowed my pace as the cool, gentle tintinnabulations of the patch caressed my spiritual cusp. Yes, the very chemist I was now approaching to indulge my medicinal atrocity was delivering me an altogether more epiphanic solace. I stood there on the pavement transfixed and weeping for over twenty minutes, as patch song followed after another, Patches angelic imp baritone wafting into me like a detergent breeze. The poignant simplicity of the lyrics and the profound empathy of his muse had unforgettably enchanted me. It was a truly a patchfull moment.
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Several years ago, I was anxiously shopping for cough medicine in the egregious coastal resort of Camborne. I had already wolfed down several bottles of the gloopy ichor and my epiglottis felt like a pickled trotter. I had begun to seriously suspect my fellow passers-by of a malicious conspiracy to goad me into a public embarrassment. On top of all this, the sun was belting down angrily and making me sweat like a full on patch with uncomfortably clinched knickers.
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