Rarr! I am, as they say in Robot Opera, angry.
So today I went to pay in my maintenance grant, and also a few Manx notes that have been lurking in my pockets from the last time I was on the Rock of Smell. I get to the front of the line, and the fucking cashier has to do the usual "Oh, you're from the Isle of Man?" spiel I am forced to listen to
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