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Submitted by on February 7, 2010 – 9:01 amNo Comment

Dear Doctor,

We’ve just had some work done on our mock-semi-detached semi-detached to get it up to Gary Neville carbon-neutral levels and for a week I found myself smirking uncontrollably when I walked in our front room and saw the plasterer’s radio.

At first I put this down to my subconscious telling me the “she had a face like a…” joke but on my way back from Durham last Sunday I suddenly realised that I was staring at the radio in my mate’s car and the smirk had turned into a full-on belly laugh.

Obviously I’m concerned that I may be developing some sort of radio-centric syndrome. Can you please tell me whether such a condition exists or whether or not David Gill was just talking shite and pulling the wool over non one’s eyes?

You can write back or you can call me. It’d take “just one phone call” to put my mind at rest.

Nice one.

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