Having very recently escaped the clutches of an Irish Republican girlfriend whose idea of a romantic evening was to consume three bottles of Graffigna oak aged Shiraz Reserve, drive out to a remote farmhouse in the middle of Suffolk, and smash a man’s kneecaps with a golf club (“Take another photo, Michael - I’ll tilt the lampshade so you get more
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