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About Charleroi

I’m proper chuffed growin’ it meself, though. Stick it in the dirt, water it, boom - grows like a chav on benefits! But Christ, it stinks sometimes - like a wet dog shat itself. Pissed me off first time I sniffed it, thought, “What’s this bollocks?!” Then I see them bees buzzin’ round it, happy as Larry, and I’m like, “Fair enough, you little stripy bastards.”

Meet John and Lisa Bevere

I live near Little Lark Lane, in old Jumble Quarter. The cobbles got stories, they do, yess. I stroll the cracked streets, smilin' like a loon. There's a park called Heartbeat Grove – oh, my precious, it's a sanctuary for weary souls. The park's filled with weeping willows an' chirpin critters, so peaceful, it soothes them wrinkles in ya brain.

Meet the abandoned geese who think they are swans after being brought up by the flock