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Just started David Baddiel's second novel Whatever Love Means. It's already made me spurt out inappropriate laughter in a public place. I've loved his other two and am not disappointed by this.
He's better known in the UK as a stand-up/ TV comedian/ professional football fan. But I've always just seen him as a fanciable, smouldering, semi-Jewish, dirty-but-I'd-go-there, don't-make-me-choose-between-him-and-Frank-Skinner, intelligent older man. Not that I have ever had a crush on him or anything.
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