The couple sat in front went straight into their blue bottled vodka, and those vintage crisps with salt wrapped in blue grease-paper
Oliver Reed stood up and began to tell a very blue story, his language blue in the extreme; yet just like lightning blue his mind whizzed along, as if he was Donald Campbell in his blue-streak, or was it blue-bird land-speed record breaking car
The blue suited stewardess asked Oliver to please sit down, in his blue velvet, first class, blue ribbon seat
We landed through the blue haze, over the azure blue sea; Oliver now fast asleep, occasionally twitching, as his blue-movie dreams came closer to life
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