I like dead things*.
I think I ought to like dying things (I don't**).
But decay is the favourite; it's a process.
* Best dead things, in order of fascination:
A dead mole in the garden.
A dead leopard on safari (me).
The dead bits at the surgeons' hall pathology museum.
** Least good dying things, in order of aversion:
Screaming rabbits.
People.
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Weird name blog wins Google. But I link you, and I'm right there underneath you.
Meanwhile, Esquire magazine has some advice for you, in case you were wondering whether jackets needed to be matching at a semi formal wedding where the men are wearing white flannel trousers. http://tiny.cc/zce4z
Just in case.
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