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About Liverpool

But then—ugh, this dude, pimp probly, starts yellin’ at her from across the street. “Get movin’, you lazy cow!” Anger hits me hard—wanted to punch his ugly mug. Hate that shit, I do—guys actin’ like they own people. “No harmony in this,” I growl, movie-style, clenchin’ fists. She shrugs, like it’s normal. Normal?! Fucked up, that’s what!

SEX AND THE CITY

The magistrate said that it was a “perfectly clear case” and sentenced Mrs Davison to six weeks hard labour, a sentence probably extended.

First job of the day? Fixing some dodgy shelves for this posh couple on Earlsfield Road. They’re all “Oh, we need it perfect!” and I’m like, “Yeah, mate, I’m a carpenter, not a magician.” But whatever, I get to work. I’m measuring, cutting, and then—BAM!—I slice my finger. Ouch! Blood everywhere. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.”

After-effects still linger from Wimbledon waste plant smoke