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125. Fucking Amazing Dave

They aren’t all cunts. Obviously a lot of them are, but not all of them. I mean, even some of the workmates who I like are total cunts; racists, misogynists, badger baiters, thieves. It’s odd that I still think of … Continue reading

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112. Pearly Clean

“Morning Luci.” “Morning Sasquatch. How you doing?” “Fair to shit. Here, take a look at this.” Phone pictures. “She’s pretty, Sasquatch. Who is she?” “My new bird. Shirley.” “Very nice. Lovely blonde hair, I see.” “Yeah. Blonde.” “Indeed. And she … Continue reading

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88. Do you like sausages?

I used to work with a plate maker called Weasel. He was really strange. He lived in Leeds but had a fetish for York, for some reason. He used to have the York papers saved for him at WH Smiths … Continue reading

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