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"...Oh Christ, what's that?"
"It's bloody Spalding banging his own drum again."
"Really? Is this blog now just dedicated to an irregular report of his flippin' book sales?"
"Seems that way. You'd think he'd come up with more than one post a month wouldn't you?"
"I know. It's pathetic."
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"He's blowing his own trumpet."
"Surely he could have come up with a better onomatopoeia than 'tootle'?"
"You'd think so, him being a writer and all."
"Pfft. I'm frankly amazed he can sell as many as 365,000 ebooks at Amazon if that's the best he can come up with."
"It's the shitting into a pedal bin. The punters can't resist a good gross-out gag."
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"He's trying to do both at once now. It can only end in disaster."
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"See? What a numpty."