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About Leeds

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—let’s call her Liza, total pro, been around since forever. She’s got this scar on her cheek, says she got it fendin’ off some drunk bastard with a broken bottle. Little known fact: she’s got a stash of old coins—fuckin’ *Roman* coins, mate! Swears some john gave ‘em to her years back. I’m like, “What?! You sittin’ on a fortune?” She just laughs, raspy as hell, says, “Ain’t worth shit now.” Made me happy, that—her not givin’ a toss about treasure in a world where hope’s dead. Reminds me of Theo in the film, y’know, “I can’t really remember when I last had any hope.” Liza’s got that vibe—gritty, real, no bullshit.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

An effortlessly slick send-up of chanson, Cabaret Whore presents La Poule Plombée is a highlight of the Fringe, a masterclass in character.

Finally, I get home, and I’m knackered. I flop onto my couch, still in my mismatched socks. I think about the day—fire alarms, kids, cake, and an old lady’s stories. It’s chaotic, but it’s my life in Hedge-End. And you know what? I wouldn’t change a thing.

CCTV images released as part of Hedge End shoplifting investigation