"Do you watch Xena?" The stunning brunette asked me as we sat drinking cokes in th small hours of a miserable May Bank Holiday in a rundown hotel in Blackpool.
Xena? Xena? I racked my brains for whatever the hell she was talking about. "Oh you mean that X-ner (that's how I thought you pronounced it) thing. Wouldn't catch me watching that crap. Some
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