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What happened was that I fled London in my choc-mobile. I wanted to get out there and see what the rest of Britain had to offer and how well we’re all eating and drinking. Of course I never travel without a touch of shez and the fridge in the back of the van has been [...]

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And I have watched at family lunches as an uncle or cousin has returned from the cellar armed with a bottle of cream, ready and more than willing to pay the penalty for having missed the curfew. As I got older, I stopped being offered soda-streams and was introduced to the world of alcohol instead. [...]

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