Well I don’t know about where you are, but here in Manchester this week it’s been hotter than a gusset in a chorus line. The tar between the cobbles has been bubbling on the streets, the whippets have been refusing to whip and some of us have even removed our flat caps.
I’m told that today London has suddenly gone all thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening, me.
Gallleo. Gallleo. Gallleo Figaro.
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