Our Patz

big-tom I was out on an late night stake out of “Our Patz” or “R Patz” or Robert Pattinson as he is actually known, sitting in SW London from late afternoon until stupid O’clock. The bizarre thing is that I was sent to his parents address after his split from I assume “K Stew”. I’m not sure about the logic behind where I was sent, I mean the lad must have a few bob, I am sure that he has at least one other address than the one he shared with his girl. And almost certainly one in the US of A, which is I believe where he was whilst I was watching planes on final approach to Heathrow.

Deep Joy,

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