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‘Twas the Friday night before Christmas, and all across the land lads and lasses donned Father Christmas hats and drank 8 pints of Bass Carling WKD in the nearest pub after their jovial boss, probably called Martin, sent them home after lunch. Well, no, of course they didn’t. There are no pubs, Proper pubs anyway,… Continue reading SO, HOW’S YOUR BLACK EYE FRIDAY*?

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