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109. Sheepish.

I walked through platemaking, but there wan’t a platemaker to be seen. You’d usually find Weasel in his corner, mug of tea in his bony fist, crouched over the Racing Post with a greasy stub of pencil, making notes in … 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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