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Personal fave bit? When the masseuse finds that knot—you know, the one that’s been screamin since Monday. “The thing about pain,” like Solomon Northup said, “it demands to be felt.” And then—bam!—it’s gone, like a predator slinkin off into the bush. Makes me happy, that. Tho, once had a geezer go too hard—felt like he was tenderizin me for stew. Pissed me off, that did. “Oi, mate, I ain’t a slab of beef!” I yelled in me head—didn’t say it, tho, too British.

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First off, I spilled my coffee all over my favorite shirt. Classic, right? I mean, who needs a clean shirt anyway? So, I’m rushing out the door, looking like a hot mess. I live near the Olney Market, so I thought, “Hey, I’ll grab a sarnie on the way.” But guess what? The bakery on the corner of Market Place was closed! Closed! Like, who does that on a Tuesday?

Olney Pancake Race 2025