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I smiled; it was all good-natured stuff. 'If we only stuck to what's natural, life would be boring,' I said. 'Come on, let's go down the canal.'

Nowadays, when I think of the canal, I think of an expanse of green water, a thin rainbowskin of snake floating on the surface. I think of prams pushed into the forgiving waters, and the League Of Gentlemen's first ever radio series: 'Down the canal where they found that cat's head in a sock'. Nowadays, it's a barren wasteland, a place of desolation. The place of dreams.

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I smiled; it was all good-natured stuff. 'If we only stuck to what's natural, life would be boring,' I said. 'Come on, let's go down the canal.'

Nowadays, when I think of the canal, I think of an expanse of green water, a thin rainbowskin of snake floating on the surface. I think of prams pushed into the forgiving waters, and the League Of Gentlemen's first ever radio series: 'Down the canal where they found that cat's head in a sock'. Nowadays, it's a barren wasteland, a place of desolation. The place of dreams.

I finally faked it and climbed off. I know she knew, because there was nothing in the condom. But really, I was doing it for my friends, just like I did my nine-to-five job for my manager