Olives, I'd kill for an olive, green, preferably in olive oil, love the little delights, oh that and cherry tomatoes, I love those little blighters too. When I was a kid my mum gave me cherry toms in a bag like sweets, I wouldn't eat sweets and for reasons known only to my mother she thought I'd care if the other kids thought I was weird munching on tomatoes instead of those pink shrimps everyone truffled. I'm not sure if she hadn't noticed my strange dress sense at that stage, but I think the silver tutu with a fluffy jumper and frog wellies would have tipped off the other kids before they noticed the tomatoes

, never had a problem flaunting my allegiance to a different drummer
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