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I never went to no Public Skool innit.


I was adorned with the fruits of comprehensive education. It was, in hindsight, shite.


DM likes me to dress-up as a Public School boy.


She scrubs my grubby knees and searches for conkers in my pockets.


This I do not object to. The scrubbing my face with a spittle soaked hankie, I do. The lacy trifle smells of chewing tobacco and rough spirits.

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