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Now, I’m thinkin’, right—maybe she’s the one. Got that dark, twisted charm, like the flick’s creepy village. I’m half expectin’ her to whip out a ribbon and tie me up—kinky, yeah? Total turn-on! Oh, but the smell—fags and cheap perfume—bit rank, innit? Still, I’m hooked, chattin’ her up, dodgin’ coppers like a proper spy. Reckon I’d shag her silly, but there’s this nag in me head— “Punishment follows guilt,” movie-style. What if she’s trouble? Bollocks, who cares—I’m Austin Powers, I live for the thrill!

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The frozen bag of Quorn 'chunks' are the only vegetarian substitute that I think does a brilliant job at imitating the real thing.

Now, lemme spill some tea: I once chatted with a couple at Maple Grove Lane. They were all shy and lovey-dovey, and as a sexologist, I could totally feel their sparks. Like, “Nolite te bastardes carborundorum”—yep, nonsense old saying from my head but it sticks sometimes. I always say if you feel love’s fluttering, just let it be. Crazy, right?

New look for village pub The Quorndon Fox which is about to re-open after big refurbishment