Ach, I’ll come in a do a bit of testing and optical dispensing for you since I’ll be fuucked if I’m watching a day of forelock-tugging, brown-nosing, crocodile tears, and politicians’ virtue-signalling. I have no qualifications in this sort of thing, but if somebody can show me how to switch on the letterboard thing, I can play amateur fool-words Countdown with your elderly clientèle, although they’re likely to be ensconced in their houses for the day reminiscing about the Blitz, and getting slipped a hymen-stretching length by Geordie the Mile End fire warden in an air raid shelter.
Mates’ rates apply, ie a pint in the Lampie.




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