I
went for a stroll along the lake when I came upon the ghost of Winston
Churchill coming the other way.
I caught his eye and nodded and he
nodded back.
But I didn't say anything because I'm shy and afraid of dead
celebrities.
As he went past me down the
beach, I stepped in the footprints he left behind. I thought to myself,
"Oh, my God, I'm standing in the footsteps of the ghost of Winston
Churchill!"
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