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by johnzim
575 days ago
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What a shame. On a few occasions my wife and I woke up at ridiculous o'clock and made our way down to Billingsgate market on the underground. We'd come back with fish and a big salmon in a black bin-bag, which I'd do a progressively less horrific job of filleting each time. Our reward would be a bacon/sausage and egg butty and a stiff cup of builder's tea. Good times |
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