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sandwich - I think they're called 'hypocrites'), those who practice any

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In Memory of Alan Titchmarsh

If there’s one nice thing you can say about Alan Titchmarsh, it’s … well … okay, I’ve got nothing. Alan came into this world a naked screaming bundle of smugness, and that’s pretty much the way it’ll be. But now is the time to pause, reflect and remember. Part of Alan has left us, and we should be glad of that. However, with a little bit of Alan dying, is the pain merely shifted to the gardening community? Has Alan’s legacy dragged us down? Has Alan become an albatross for us all? Has Alan got a good ‘cum face’? Who knows…

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