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In my office on a Friday night

Being what my dear friend Old Stokie likes to refer to as an Arty Farty w***ker, I sometimes have a day when I am effectively entirely unproductive. Today was one such. But then I poured myself a G&T (Bombay Sapphire … Continue reading

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