I lived there for a year in ‘92/3. The smallest cog on my mountain bike had more teeth than my mate and missus’ dad combined, another mate got his single mom on 60 Minute Makeover, the Struggling Monkey was just a social club for the local foundry workers, it was common knowledge the local drug...
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