"All the streets look the same in Riga." A comment of a caller to a debate on Brits abroad. Listening to this as I was preparing to get this off my chest, and thinking it timely, I offer it up.
Last week's jolly to XVille in the company of the Big Swinging Dick granted me a lot greater exposure to his sparkling personality than any circumstances hitherto. At one point we caught a glimpse of someone he recognised; our auditor, who is a refugee from the coal face. According to BSD The Auditor had a brother who emigrated to South Africa some years ago and set up his own retail business. It all came to a tragic end when some "Piccaninnis come (sic) in and machine gunned him in the course of the robbery." Bloody hell, for all sorts of reasons.
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