>> >>Working in a newsagents a shortage of bog rolls is never a problem.
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>> Huh, you may laugh. I well remember scrunching newspaper repeatedly to soften it up. I
>> had a wonderful and loving childhood, but there were moments....
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>> And the middle of the night, in the pitch dark with a candle, scrunching newspaper
>> in a shed at the bottom of the garden was certainly one of them.
The first person that makes any reference to quotes from the three Yorkshire men sketch gets banished to Milan
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