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When I was youger I had a great room in a flat. The landlady was an auld wifie who lived downstairs. There was a bloke who had the room next door but I never met him. The landlady described him as a 'good family man'
One Friday I dashed back home and caught him at his door. He had just locked his door and wasn't quick enough to unlock and get back inside. So I got my first look at him.
He was about 50, bald, glasses, wearing a trench coat. He also had fishnets, red stilletos, eyeshadow, lipstick and a mustache. It turned out he had a senior position in a high street bank and was a weekend tv.
So it goes.