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It’s a hard life being an FJ Editor. As soon as you leave the safety of the confine of FJ HQ, there’s always someone after you. Whether it’s an autograph hunter, or a tax man, there’s never a minute of quiet and anonymity.
So when the chaps at Urban Camouflage contacted us about their experimental suits they were trialing, we raided the piggy bank and immediately bought as many shares as we could in the company. We only got four, but that’s all we could afford after biscuit expenses and another bottle of warm ale.
Since our fabulous investment, we’ve been swanning around outside of the confines of FJ HQ willy nilly, completely unrecognisable. In fact, we might be right behind you right at this moment. You thought that was a pile of papers behind you? Check again... |
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