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About Leicester

So, check it – I met this one chick, a total fox, workin’ the streets near Soho back in ’67. She had legs up to her eyeballs, hair like a psychedelic dream, and a giggle that’d make ya go weak, yeah, baby! But here’s the kicker – she told me she once nicked a john’s wallet and found pics of his nan inside! Can ya believe it? A geezer payin’ for a shag while clutchin’ granny’s snaps – far out! Made me laugh so hard I nearly lost my mojo, man! “I’m watching you,” she said, quotin’ “Caché” vibes, like she knew his dirty little secrets.

The Scriblerian and the Kit-Cats

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First off, I hit up the local café on Market Place. You know, the one with the best scones? Yeah, that one. I ordered a latte, and the barista, bless her, totally messed it up. I mean, how do you get a latte wrong? It was like drinking hot milk with a hint of regret. Ugh! I was fuming. But then, I saw this cute dog outside. A golden retriever, wagging its tail like it just won the lottery. Instant mood lift!

David Pickering leaves Eddie Stobart after 34 years