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There was a young man named Bedser, Who kept falling out of bed sir He couldn't get back in, So swallowed a bottle of gin No Bedser, in bed sir, is dead sir.
I remember that cage - even had bars overhead. I went there and a cop said get in. I refused. He then said it's in there or get out of the ground. I did that and bought a ticket in the side stand. The roof was so low, the ball disappeared if it was over head height.
My brother used to frequent the Load of Hay. The Target was on a bus destination board - Northolt Target it used to say. Never see anything like that these days.
The Orchard never seems open whenever I pass by. The public house is wedded to English/British life inexorably. I shudder to think what it'll be like in the near/middle future.
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