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Thursday, August 14, 2008



I was standing not to far from Prescott at a miners strike those long years ago, I turned around to say something and had a batten in the face losing a couple of front teeth. By the time I go up spat them out and remind myself where i was John was in his car and off. I spent the next day having stitches put in my lips and trying to look normal with lips three times the normal size.

Ah the good days when you knew what Labour was doing.

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