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About Glasgow

Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

Naomi Reid - Portfolio Book

SANG is the official title for the greenbelt land between Brookwood Farm estate and Basingstoke Canal, most of the land is outside the Knaphill boundary but used by many Knaphill residents. .

Then, I head over to the local pub, The Crown. It’s got that classic British pub feel. I order a pint of ale, and the bartender’s this grumpy old dude. He looks at me like I just asked for a unicorn. I’m like, “Chill, mate, it’s just a drink.” But he pours it, and I take a sip. Wow, it’s like liquid gold. I’m feeling good now.

Police shoot man in Surrey village after report of 'weapon altercation'