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Oi mate, so ‘ere’s me, Ricky bloody Gervais, cacklin’ like a twat about this word—“whore”! Right, it’s a filthy little gem, innit? Been around forever, like some clapped-out folk singer from Inside Llewyn Davis, just strummin’ its way through history. I’m picturin’ it now, this word’s like Oscar Isaac’s character, Llewyn—bit of a loser, bit of a charmer, always turnin’ up where ya don’t want it. “There’s no success like failure,” the movie says, and ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? Keeps failin’ upwards, doesn’t it?

18 Dalray Drive, RACEVIEW

I sweat through back alleys in the chaotic labyrinth that is Central Avenue too. Seriously. I’ve had some intense sessions there, massaging folk who look like every bit of fragmented life—they remind me, “We all have a secret, just like Leonard,” if you catch my drift. Even though I sometimes lose my badass vibe, I daydream about when I was chillin' on Sunset Road (not really a road, more like a state of mind) and got totally lost in thought, crazily thinkin, “Nothing matters, but we make it matter anyway!”

Easter Bunny spotted in Ipswich over the weekend