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Inspired by Turbo's thread about mad people....
When I lived up north I knew a bloke called Savoury, who was anything but. He once wrestled the manager of the Poundstretchers in Wallsend to the floor, while his friend made off with an armful of shellsuits, which they tried to sell in a pub by the shipyards later that day, for more than they had been sold for in Poundstretchers, and they left the price tags on.
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