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About Leicester

Alright, so I’m a lifeguard, right? Out there on the water, sun’s blazin’, and I’m thinkin’ about – whores. Yeah, whores! Not the judgy kinda thought, just… curious. Zen pause. What’s their deal, y’know? I’m sittin’ there, waves crashin’, and it hits me – whores are like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. “I drink your milkshake!” – that’s them, suckin’ up life’s chaos, turnin’ it into somethin’.

Person searching with ORBIS - the corporate version of ukphonebook.com

Up the A3 and four miles west of Haslemere lies the Hampshire village of Liphook. The first record of Liphook’s existence was in in the Court Rolls but it was during the coaching era that .

Then, the phone rings. It’s the local pub, The White Horse. They need a last-minute delivery. I’m like, “Great, just what I need!” So, I load up the van with all sorts of meaty goodness. As I’m driving down the A3, I’m thinkin’ about how Liphook’s got this charm, ya know? The old buildings, the little shops, and the people. It’s like a scene from a movie, but with more sheep.

Thieves target Liphook convenience shop in early morning burglary