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Mavis and Me 'Do' Half-life

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Mavis and Me 'Do' Half-life

Mavis and Me 'Do' Half-life Mavis and I walked into the Argyll for a quick one; I had my walking shoes and dad's jacket on for warmth, while Mavis had opted for leather, lipstick, and flowery wellies. Mavis posed by the bar, she had two tickets for the Half-Life show and a novel's worth of opinions about it. Mavis likes to think she's arty. Me? I'm more a Ruben's fan, lots of fat women, safely framed and hanging in a warm room with coffee and a toilet nearby. For a woman of a certain age, that's comfort. 'You headin’ for the Antarctic?' Said Malcolm the barman. Malcolm is sort of guy who thi...

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