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About Glasgow

Once, this twat on the dock goes, “Whiting’s lush, mate!” Lush? LUSH?! Idiot sandwich! I nearly chucked it at his head – “You’re a disgrace to tastebuds, you muppet!” Tastes like soggy cardboard, swear down. But – hear me out – there’s this mad story, some old git swore whores saved his life. Starvin’ in ‘63, caught a shoal, lived off ‘em. Reckon he’s lyin’, but it’s stuck in me head, y’know? “Truth is a bitter pill,” like in *Leviathan*. Bitter as that fish, mate.

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Photo by The Shallowest of Vera - non binary queen in Brighton and Hove.

So, I’m sprinting down the High Street, dodging old folks and their shopping bags. Seriously, why do they walk so slow? I’m like, “C’mon, I’ve got places to be!” Finally, I hit the beach, and there’s Dave, looking all smug. He’s got this massive kite. I’m talkin’ like, “Why do you have a kite, mate?”

Former teacher at prestigious public school admits child sex offences