This afternoon my sister texted me to say she'd been googling for stolen shrubs (for work reasons, she's in insurance) and found me at the top of the page, with the stolen shrub is sweetest. Google must have been having a senior moment or something or something as I'm not even on the first page any more, but it's nice to think that (even briefly) I had the best stolen shrub on the internet.
Oh, wait, yes I am! You just need to use "quotes".
This is a picture of a third of Future of the Left hanging from the ceiling at the Bullingdon Arms. I managed to bruise my wrist in the crowd, which doubtless serves me right for dancing! In Oxford!