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Sorry to hear, Steve. Dogs are the best.

I just remembered this was in the Stacia days. How could have I forgotten Stacia and her famous boobs? (Though it must be said that the lechery level was dialled down by the wacky psychedelic lighting disguising the finer details of her form.)

I have seen claims that Frank Harris was the editor at this point but he'd already been sacked, possibly for taking an overlong holiday in Italy, allowing the owner to conclude that the paper could do perfectly well without him. It was quite his style to pull this sort of stunt though.

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I saw a more ancient lineup back in the 70s at Worthing Assembly Hall. Was too young to be banjaxed, though I also remember little about it, except that I found the venue simply by following a random bloke with long hair.

Quoting isn't the same as asserting, as your very post proves.

No, everybody knows he was on the other side of the law.
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Surely he and Hilda retired last year on the 15th August? I can't see him changing his plans just to be in charge of a major utility company.

Ah, The Wardolf. I always stay at the Hitlon myself.

... of African manufacture...

Coincidentally I once injured myself on a transparent chess piece...

Also the perfect name for a book group.

They were prepared to lie just to get a conviction for breach of the peace in a magistrate's court, because I didn't let them into my flat without a warrant. "Occasionally", hahaha. ACAB.

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