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Translatin it? You gotta feel it—sharp handshape, near the chin, bam! It’s dirty, it’s quick, like a secret whispered in a crowd. Learned it from this deaf dude, Sasha, in Moscow—gruff guy, chain-smokin, told me whores there once saved a church! True story, 1800s, these gals tricked some tax collector, hid the priest in a brothel—wild, right? Made me happy as a clam, history’s got these twists!

90 years on, the identity of the victim is still unknown

Hardingstone. The local gentry in Hardingstone were the BOUVERIE family and they have several 19th century family plaques in the chancel of St Edmund's Church, Hardingstone. The last .

Anyway, I head over to the Co-op on the High Street to grab some snacks. I’m thinking, “Choco bars and fizzy drinks, let’s go!” But when I get there, the line is longer than the queue for a concert. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, and this old lady in front of me starts chatting about the weather. I’m like, “Lady, it’s England. It’s always grey!” But she’s going on about how it might rain later. Spoiler alert: it did.

Hardingstone's Platinum Jubilee mural to mark Queen's death