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At the roundabout. Became the Bird Flanagan sometime in the 80s.

The County Inn in Rialto used to have sawdust on the floor so the regulars could relieve themselves at the bar and not have to deal with newfangled concepts such as toilets and perambulating oneself in their general direction. There was drinking needed doing, after all. Not sure where they...

My desk is the kitchen table. Currently being brightened up by the kids breakfast bowls. So every time i need to take a second to think, I'm reminded that I need to clean up. Swings and roundabouts.

Cheer the fuck up. Could be worse.