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I said let's all meet up in the year 2000. Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown?


The things that modern satellite technology picks up is really quite amazing these days. Here you can see Ezra sitting in our driveway. Remarkable!

On another note, whatever happened to Britpop? Is it really coming on fifteen years now? Christ I am getting old...

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Priyanka Khot said…
if Ez was in India he would definitely earn the nick name of Chunnu. Look at those awesome cheeks... he is such a chunnuuuuuuuuuuu.
yamini said…
Hi Ezra!!! Luv to you...
Kavita Saharia said…
He knows how to handle PAPA--RAZZI.
Mrsupole said…
Hi Kris,

I am hoping you can help us out here.

I am shamelessly promoting a project at my website for everyone to see.

Just click on my name and then I will also ask if you will join me to shamelessly join in and promote it too. The more who join, the more shamelessness for us all. This should be fun for everyone and we are doing something good.

God bless.
smudgeon said…
I think Britpop is firmly in the "deluxe 2CD remastered limited edition" phase. At the moment. Give it time...
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, wasn't someone else nicknamed "Chunnu"?
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he says "hello" back.
Kris McCracken said…
Kavita, as long as he doesn't throw stones...
Kris McCracken said…
Mrsupole, I'll have a look.
Kris McCracken said…
Me, I miss it.

I must be getting old.

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