Valete in the Jamaica Road
the old man come home with his rag out Fersday. We was all watching Telly but to me it was yesterday’s dinner: yeah, the sooner that lot pull the water up over them the sooner we’ll all be less miserable. I was only giving the family the benefit of my company until the time come round to jump on my trusty Beezer and whine down the caff with the boys.
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