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121. Whole Lotta Rosie

My phone is ringing on Friday in 1995. It’s my mate, Genuflect. He says “Here, Luci, fancy nipping up to Newcastle tonight?” I say “Sounds good. Got anywhere to stay?” He says “Not yet. Fancy trying your hand?” So I … Continue reading

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