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Wednesday, 24 December 2008

Dear Kate Beckinsale

Dear Kate Beckinsale,

I do not celebrate Christmas. I am an atheist to an admittedly extreme extent and so these celebrations mean nothing to me. However, I am willing to forsake it all and become a god-fearing Christian if you arrive in my bedroom tomorrow morning.

Now I'm not particularly fussy. I'm not asking for the costumes from Underworld or Van Helsing. That'd be flagrant abuse of the arrangement. However it is that you think you look pretty that will do for me. And bring those fascinating hazel eyes with you.

Even if you don't turn up I hope you personally enjoy your holiday. I must of course for appearances and continuity say the following:

Get your shit together.

Yours Faithfully,
Mr. Southey.
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