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My father Dan was a travelling salesman. Big fella. Tall, barrel chest, wide shoulders, narrow waist. A mouth full of perfect teeth that...

A clutter of chrome bits and bobs scattered on black laminate. Black light-fittings suspended from chrome, faux plumbing. A row of...

‘Orlright. Go on then. Just a pot though mate.’ ‘What’s a flippin pot? Do ya wanna schooner or a middy?’ ‘Middy. Sorry me Victorian...