Last night, for some reason I will probably never figure out, I had a dream that Radovan Karadžić was hiding in my attic.
Which is immensely bizarre, as I don’t even have an attic.
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However, if you did have an attic, the circumstance would have been altogether more believable.
Whatever helps you sleep at night…
Previously on 24…
Are you sure it wasn’t Father Ted rather than Radavan?
Maybe it was him who broke into your flat and moved your salami.