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by Angela Clarke

I'm never going to run the London Marathon. The only marathon I'm interested in is the one that's now called Snickers.

It seems ludicrous I would ever consider taking part in something that requires 26 miles of physical exertion. Running a bath wears me out.

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by Angela Clarke

When out in bars and restaurants I never go to the bathroom alone.

I'm not talking about taking a girlfriend with me. No, I mean my phone.

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By Angela Clarke

I've started relaying my online jokes to those I'm with in real time.

Not dropping them into conversation, waiting for someone to mention Gwyneth Paltrow's divorce announcement and casually saying "How will I tell if my husband and I are unconsciously uncoupling? Will I make a beeping noise like a van reversing?"

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by Angela Clarke

At the time of writing this Facebook is awash with women posting make up free selfies in an apparent move to raise awareness of breast cancer.

A variation of the now familiar campaign: "Post the colour of your panties as your status to titillate the menz and fight cancer!" In other words it's another crock.

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By Angela Clarke

I was happily sneering at people's passive aggressive Facebook updates when something stopped my scrolling dead.

This update appeared in my feed: "We got Paulie's histology report today from his lumpectomy. His malignant cancer has spread. Please keep him in your thoughts. Going to make him comfortable and enjoy what precious time we have left with him."

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