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So I’m spinnin’ this track, right, and it’s all fuzzy guitars and thumpin’ drums, like a night out gone wrong – or bloody right, dependin’ on yer taste! *mumbled incoherence* “Sharon, where’s me whiskey?!” It’s got this gritty story in it, y’see – bloke’s on the prowl, cash in hand, searchin’ fer a prossie. Little known fact, yeah? Back in the ‘70s, they used to call ‘em “ladies of the night” in them posh papers, but the streets knew the real score – always a hustle, always a tale. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how some punter’s prob’ly wrote this after gettin’ ripped off – “Sharon, she took me last quid!”

Christine HOOKER

I have a Consul Capri, running a 2l Pinto and a Type 9 5 speed box. I'm not sure what rear axle I've got and have posted a couple of.

After the rain, the sun comes out, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The streets are glistening, and I’m feelin’ all poetic. I stroll down to Fetcham’s little park, you know, the one by the pond? It’s so peaceful there. I sit on a bench, just takin’ it all in.

Fetcham crash sees skip lorry and car collide after vehicle strikes bridge