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sort of condensed/ edited conversation between dom and recently, watching television in bed really late one night.

me :: it's kind of nice that the public station in vermont plays these classical music videos late at night.

dom :: you realise this is the only time we ever watch vermont public television?

me :: at least it's not the bosnian scream-singing.

dom :: is this song called "i love muff"???

me :: what? no! it's a traditional scottish song.

dom :: yes, so?

me :: it's called "loch lomond"

dom :: then why does it say "i love muff"?

me :: where in the name of god do you see that?

dom :: on the video! "i love muff"!!

me :: will you stop shouting that? it's bad enough i wake the neighbours up screaming nonsense, now they're going to hear you yelling about how you love muff in the middle of the night.

dom :: that's not what it says!

me :: i know!!! that's what i'm saying!

dom :: i did not say "i love muff"- not this time. just look at the video and tell me what it says.

me :: [squinting] oh for crying out loud.

dom :: well?

me :: mull. isle. of. mull. it's where the video was shot.

dom :: could've sworn it said "isle of muff".

me :: no, the isle of mull is a place in scotland. there is no isle of muff.

dom :: more's the pity.

dear tourism bureau for the isle of mull, 
we have a foolproof idea for how you can increase visits to your lovely homeland that involves advertising when people are very tired and feeling silly and using small, slightly blurry print. 
yours sincerely,
dom and kate

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