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I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady named Agnes stands up. She’s like, “Back in my day, we didn’t have fancy banners!” And I’m just sitting there, thinking, “Agnes, it’s 2023, not 1923!” But she’s got this fire in her eyes, and suddenly everyone’s quiet. It’s like she’s the queen of Cockenzie or something.

Re-insulation and re-cladding project at Cockenzie Power Station begins