The Town

    has seven hills. All the villages that make up the town start on a hill and fall down to the river. He lets me order him a seventh pint and says, “I walked up everyone o’ those buggers, lugging the coal-pickings like a ruddy labourer. I were born on a Rag and Bone cart. Anyroad, Old Bobby O’Neil

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