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There is an old boy in our village who everyone refers to as “Sneeks”. His actual name is Brian. He doesn’t get out much now because he’s getting infirm, but whenever I come across him inching his way to the paper shop I always shout “morning Sneeks” and he always replies “Allo young Smithy”. It’s at times like this that I kind of wish I had a nickname like “Sneeks”. A couple of generations ago, there was a time in villages […]
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