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I’d woke up that Monday at my usual 05:45 (sorry, Duncan) to catch the farming news, and now it was 18:45 on Tuesday and I’d only had two (2) hours sleep in thirty-seven, snatched on the Ben-My-Chree on that early morning crossing from Heysham. Technically, I could have caught the evening journey back to Heysham,… Continue reading SOOTY HAS A BLACK EYE BUT THE DOUGLAS MARKET PUBS AREN’T TO*BLAME

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