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So it's like this: I have a lunchtime meet with MC Hammered and I walk into the Prince because, as I say to the Wakefield Sage, as well as being Princes amongst men, we may as well be men amid the Prince. So I walk in and amble up to the bar, in the relaxed style for which I am known, and as I walk...
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I was in the pub on 9/11. I'd finished an early shift, got the bus home and called in at the local on my way back. When I walked in, a drunk and a woman were arguing at the bar about the best place in Spain to go on holiday. They were the first thing I saw. Then I noticed Cyril, a World War II...
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Wake up feeling that the world is full of possibilities for one such as I. Last night Bez won Celebrity Big Brother, indicating that the British public are capable of taking a drug-addled madman to their hearts. I hereby resolve to stand in the next General Election. I shall, of course, have to give up my seat in the House of Lords; my title, Lord...
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It's still the same. All the floors and all the walls and all the rest remains...tiredness could kill a man; kill him stone dead. Between that and the monotony and the neverending sameness of everything and everyone and the need to break out sometimes gets so strong that it feels like a pain in your head or your chest and if something isn't done then...
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