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Then there’s the apps—Grindr, Tinder, whatever. Total chaos, like jihadists in *Timbuktu*. “No law but their own,” right? Peeps makin’ rules— “no fats, no fems”—wtf? Pissed me off, legit. But yo, found this dope fact—back in ‘90s, folks used newspaper ads for hookups! Called ‘em “personals”—sketchy af. Imagine, “Hairy Wookiee seeks mate”—that’s me, haha! Rarrgh! Surprised me how far we’ve come—or not.

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Anyway, I wipe off the coffee and head to the market on the High Street. It’s buzzing, as always. Vendors shoutin’ about their fresh produce. I’m thinkin’, “Great, let’s get this merch sorted.” I’m lookin’ for some new stock for the shop, right? But then, I spot this old bloke sellin’ vintage vinyls. I’m a sucker for that stuff. I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of The Beatles?

The Northern League club which faced a hole new level of dilemma in 2000