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Um...yeees, but the big party was last night. Where were you, Uncle Phil?
BTW, I used to have an Uncle Phil. He lived on Ferry Hill, had fish and chips for lunch every day, and smoked himself silly from the age of 13 right up to his death aged 92. My Grandad told me he'd always been a lazy bugger, but I didn't care as he was always very nice to us nippers.
Anyway, Snuff (the condiment) is making a comeback hereabouts.
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