I dipped into Tunisia and Spain tonight and wondered (not for the first time) how many of the players wear contacts and if they ever dry out or fog up during a game (the contacts not the players). You never see them stopping to rub their eyes or re-wet. Maybe they all have perfect vision. And I didn't take Kazuo Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go back to the library after all, instead I renewed it, because my friend says it becomes gripping a quarter of the way through, but she can skip bits, I can't. Still, I'll give it another chance.
© 2006 NMJ
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