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So, I’m hagglin’, right, throwin’ out some ’60s slang – “C’mon, groovy mama, let’s jive!” She cracks a smile, and I’m like, “Score!” Happiest cat in the alley, baby! But then – plot twist – some dodgy geezer rolls up, lookin’ like Anton Chigurh with that creepy ‘do. “What’s your bag, man?” I snap, feelin’ the tension. He’s eyeballin’ us, and I’m thinkin’, “This cat’s gonna make it quick, ain’t he?” Straight outta the film, man – gave me the heebie-jeebies!

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Fast forward a few hours, and I’m finally free. I bolt outta the office like a kid on the last day of school. I race down to South Street, and wow, it’s buzzing! The smell of fresh bread hits me like a brick wall. I’m practically drooling. I grab a loaf and some local cheese. Heaven!

Marking the 80th anniversary of VE Day