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“You know Anthony and Jiminy go to the same gym?”

The two of them were sitting back to back at adjacent tables giving us a profile view of each of them. Jiminy, or Snowy as he was usually called, was louchely inhabiting his chair as if it were his holiday.  His laughter and chatter could be heard above the general hubbub of the Playground, in which, like any good pub at seven, the din was already fairly loud. At that particular moment he leaned back with his hands over his head and pronounced: “Soapy tit wank”, I imagine the conversation was not for general consumption, so I am not sure he should have said it loud enough for us to hear at our usual table.  Ant was certainly a little taken... Read more...