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Oh, and the smells—sweat, perfume, whiskey—gross but alive! I’d exagerate and say it’s like a rock concert, but dirtier. Makes me wanna write a song, all distorted chords and screamin’. What pisses me off? How folks judge it—call it sin, but won’t look at the hustle. Happy tho, ‘cause it’s real—raw as hell. YOU GET A CAR for livin’ your truth!

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As the night rolls on, I’m pouring drinks like a machine. The bar’s packed, and I’m loving it. But then, I spot a guy sitting alone in the corner. He looks sad, like he’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders. I can’t just leave him there, right? So, I walk over. “Hey, mate, everything alright?” He looks up, surprised. “Just… life, y’know?” We chat for a bit, and I find out he just moved to Sandbach. I tell him about the best spots in town, like the Sandbach Park and the old railway station. By the end of it, he’s smiling. That’s what it’s all about, innit?

Tributes paid to ‘easy-going’ sub-postmaster Tom Sandbach who has died at 79