We were once in a cafe in Fleetwood, at the Folk Festival oddy enough (No grass, no dog and it's only 6pm, unnamed Guest), when a policeman came out of the station across the road put down 2 tin teapots on the pavement and went back in. 2 minutes later he came out, picked up the teapots and went back in. Dunno if he was called Eunice though. Aye, spaw, let's call it a day.

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