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Boss's tacky red Ford
guilin escort
to borrow
According to the defense officials, an Israeli fire truck refused to put out the blaze, and the firefighters told them explicitly that "they do not put out fires on Palestinian land." The officials, enraged by the reports, told Ynet that "in these cases you can't mix ideology and politics, every outfit must do its duty." But Jackie Binyamini, spokesman for the Judea and Samaria firefighters, rejected the claims outright. "There was no such thing. Fire trucks do not enter A Territories before they have an IDF escort. A unit was waiting right there for the army to escort it," he said. Sources within the defense establishment accused a team of firefighters on Monday of refusing to put out a fire set by settlers to Palestinian lands in the West Bank out of ideological reasons. The firefighters denied the accusations however, and said the delay was due to security reasons as they are not permitted to enter Palestinian territory without a military escort.
Earlier today settlers set fire to a field of thistles near the settlement of Havat Gilad outpost as part of a new policy intended to exact a 'price' for the dismantling of illegal outposts. No qwertzk63 arrests have been made in the suspected arson. Israeli and Palestinian firefighters were alerted to the scene. The early Noughties, summer night. The invite, in sticky hand, to a stately home somewhere with "shire" in it, Lady Lordy's son's 21st bash, a fellow band member playing as part of the entertainment. Boss's tacky red Ford Escort to borrow, with - importantly - soft top down. Driving around London with a few too many people, including an eccentric Polish princess, a few members of The Egg, someone with the name Racy Tussell and lots of charity-shop ballwear, clashing colours, vintage patterns
feather boas. A 70s lesbian porn soundtrack on the stereo. Long drive. Then the summer rain - out came the umbrellas, heads dry but silver platforms wet, hanging over the side. I remember arriving along the mile-long drive at dawn to breathe new life into the sagging revelry. The hog roast was desiccated, the floor full of broken crystal, the ancient tapestries sprayed with champagne. The staff came in and cleared
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with a look which said, "Oh no, not again", and then breakfast was served... Something about a secret garden and mushrooms, a waterfall, a rainbow, sleeping in an oak four-poster in a turret. Next day's after-party party in a row of terraces with a working man's club, then leaving in a black cab with no seats. Waking up in London a few days later with the boss's red Escort still in a place with "shire" in it. Best party ever!
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