March 19, 2011
Nah thut’ve gah mah choppers fixed, yah mingin’ cahnts, what’ll yeh be ahn about? Ye’ve gah fuck all. Dead fackin’ nothin. Though, fer fair, yer mum and yer sister dinnae mind me withoot ‘em.
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October 12, 2009
To some extent we all feared the milkman. Even my father, who’d fought Franco’s men, would wait until the white truck was down the block before he’d get our bottles off the front step. And our milkman wasn’t mean, not like an old teacher you avoided at the grocery store or a dentist with foul [...]
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