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Ex Sebastian Wiesel of the Rochdale Herald. Now writer of the ‘Alvin The Cat Who Couldn’t Cat’ books. Pronouns: pint/ thanks. Music is my life. And cats. And books. And cricket.
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Never Mind The Bullocks
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It could be the wife of an extremely unsuccessful village cricketer mocking his shortcomings…
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What I love most is that it’s literally 5 miles from Darren Grimes’ hometown and provides a reminder of the England he seems to want to go back to so much…
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Horseguard
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My favourite sign there…
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Familiar with the world of George Kitten, Mewtsie Collins, Otis Shedding, Lee Scratch Purry, Billy Furry and Cat Pawer.
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My first. 61.
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And voila my next book has to be entitled ‘Alvin and the Owls’.
Curse you!!!
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Alvin- onstage.
Starring me as Alvin and you as me.
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No 3 is impossible for a man to say in Sheffield.
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Oh fabulous.
His last grift was crowd funding a house in the USA.
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Curse you, Dinsdale.
It’s Nana Akua.
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Fuck. It’s Nana Akua.
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This, sir, is top notch.
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In which case I’m still 25…!!
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Swap you?
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Bloke’s a c…
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Junior microwave operator at Workington Wetherspoons.
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The festive perineum
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What’s huge, red and glittery and falls down at Christmas?
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A lively hornpipe?
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Here’s one of the biggest supporters of the ‘Call a General Election’ in his Sports Direct trackie standing in front of two bottles of strong lager drinking in the street by himself thinking he’s Winston Churchill.