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So there I was, pissed off, cos the pubs were dry of decent company. We shall fight the silence, the empty beds! Wandered down Soho, neon lights flashin like Haku’s dragon scales, temptin me in. Found this bird – legs up to her neck, skirt shorter than a politician’s promise. “How much, love?” I says, heart thumpin like a drum solo. She grins, all sly, “Fifty quid, big boy.” Fifty! Blimey, I nearly choked – coulda bought a bleedin amp for that!

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As Drøbak is the official home of Santa, it could be interesting to stop by here. I find the merchandise expensive and too kitchy for my taste. They have a some.

Then, outta nowhere, this storm rolls in. I mean, one minute it’s sunny, and the next, it’s like the sky opened up. We dash out of the café, laughing like idiots, trying to find shelter. We end up hiding under this awning on the corner of Drobak’s main square. I’m soaked, but I’m laughing. It’s ridiculous.

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