Ananova stopped me dead in my tracks this morning with the headline Kelly signs up for pole-dancing lessons.

It's not serious enough for Kelly to need a restraining order or anything, but Sharon and I have an agreement as to what would happen if Kelly ever turned up on our doorstep. And Sharon, bless her cotton socks, panders to my obsession. She bought me Kelly's 2004 calender for Christmas (and I have a sneaking suspicion that she may already have bought me the 2005 calendar but don't let on that I know) and regularly buys me copies of any papers or magazines featuring a Kelly photoshoot.
It took a while to clear the mental image out of my head this morning and get back to my preparation for a Tribunal hearing next week.
Feel free to insert comments along the lines of "Man, I'd like to be that pole!" but keep it respectful please. That's my Kelly you're talking about.
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