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I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

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After that, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the River Lea. It’s kinda peaceful there, you know? I sit on a bench, and for a sec, I forget about work. Just me, the ducks, and the sound of water. But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich! I’m like, “Really? A bird?!”

History of River Lee Navigation explored at Enfield talk