London

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**London**
London, as seen from the London Eye.
State	England
Official languages	Cockney, Newspeak, Chav
Mayor	Boris Johnson GCSE A* PhD ASBO (all in Posh Foolishness
Established	1300
Currency	Class A drugs
Opening hours	72 hour constant shifts
Civic anthem	London Calling

For those without comedic tastes, the so-called experts at Wikipedia have an article about London.

“A fine gallery of phallic landmarks!”

~ Oscar Wilde on London

Londinium is the capital of the freemasonic empire, Barclays, just outside England's capital city, Western Transnistria. The city was built along the River Styx by the surviving inhabitants of Sodom and Gomorrah. Contrary to unpopular belief, everybody in England lives in London.

People born within the sound of Cow Bells are called Cockerknees, who are named after men's genitalia and a convenient posture. Cockerknees are detained in the East End of London with the chavs. The detainees will soon be moved to Los Angeles, which is scheduled to be renovated as a nuclear testing site. The last sighting of a Cockernee was a week last Wednesday, leading several leading anthropologists to suggest that, like the Yangtze River Dolphin, they have become extinct. Like the aforementioned river dolphin. Cockerknees live entirely on whelks and eels, and these creatures have been wiped out due to severe over-jellifying.

Despite its diminutive size, and lack of obvious attractions, London Village (est. 1987) is actually the only inhabited place in the United Kingdom (source: US Guidebooks TM) and Merkins flock there in untold dozens - all looking for Hobbiton (which is in Ireland, as anyone who saw a recent film would know) or Hogwarts (which is a painful sexually transmitted disease caused by hogfucking, the favourite hobby of most London Villagers). The locals welcome them with open arms, and positively encourage them and their heavy wallets on the YouTube, a miniature underground railway (where they may meet the tube's tour guides, or "chavs" who may charge a small fee for a taste of "the Authentic London Experience").

The lack of attractions in London is not due to a lack of effort, however. Those noteworthy accomplishments of its inhabitants have a peculiar habit of being knocked over, being declared indecent by the general public and then getting knocked over, or simply disappearing. In the case of the latter, the equally glaring lack of a standard police force has prevented any competent exploration of who took the missing attraction, or where the missing attraction has gone, although many suspect Noel Edmonds of hoarding them in his secret underground bunker near Paisley. (citation needed)

[edit] On being the centre of the Universe

After maths being done with GMT & KFC and that, on Monday August 14th 1997 it was proven what 98.7% of Londoners had previously thought that London is the centre of the universe, and a synonym for "Nation" (hence the logic of placing anything "National" there).

If something "national" needs building (say, a football stadium, or the multi-billion pound 2012 olympic village) it is completely logical to 'Facking Laandaanaars' to have it in the south east of the country as far as possible from the majority of the population of England or Britain. (Some illogical Northerners and Midlanders sometimes suggest that such buildings should be in the centre of the country, but tough. And where would the UK be without a bunch of northern twats with huge chips on their shoulders).

[edit] Tower of London

The Tower Of London, exterior currently under renovation in tourist's favourite luminous green and cyan.

It towers three stories high - and at the time of its construction was the tallest tower on the planet. This is mainly because everyone lived in deep underground caverns back then and had no need for towers. It is twinned with Barad Dur.

The Tower is inhabited by ravens and it is very widely believed (that is to say, believed by very wide people) that, if they ever leave the tower, the kingdom will fall. In order to prevent this, the ravens' wings are clipped, their eyes ripped out, their beaks welded shut, and their feet manacled to the sturdy stone of the tower.

The "Beefeaters" that give tours at the Tower claim that they are the happiest ravens in all the world, although many put this down to the gin or the Mad Cow Disease.

Despite its name, the Tower is not in London, at all, which is in Ontario. Its actual location remains one of the world's great unsolved mysteries, as 'Merkins are not very good with YouTube maps.

It is said the ghosts of two princes walk the halls at night playing Rugby for South Africa. The princes were killed by Richard III after a drunken stupor at a local pub. The king appeared one night, wearing St George's flag around his neck and singing Swing Low, Sweet Chariot. He then threw his nephews into a scrum packed with 300lbs men. There is no proof the princes were ever in the tower, however, and it is suspected they could come back to life as soon as England wins the World Cup. Which is to say, never.

[edit] council estates

Outskirts of london,especially the eastern side. Average about 10 stabbings a night, and the benefits were reduced due to the massive number needing them

[edit] Fast Warrior People of Ancient London

From 283 AD to 1750, the city of London (found in the mystic mountains of Tibet, the worlds largest Oyster exporters) was home to a mysterious clan of top hat wielding maniacs, known then as the Expediently Violent Chaps About Town, but today are recorded in history as The Fast Warrior People of Ancient London.

Very little was documented about this elusive, yet notably riotous bunch, excepting their love for boiled vegetables, pin-ups of the current ruling monarch, and oriental children. It is known that Charles Darwin tried at one point to revive a custom practiced by the FWPAL's, the cutting of the flower.

This infamous tradition involved a young maiden, a cricket bat, a length of rope, some hedge trimmers, and took place in a garden. The young maiden would be stripped down bare, tied to stakes in the garden, and then beaten with the cricket bat unyielding until she was able to loosen her bonds, get to the hedge trimmers, and cut a tasteful - yet none too bold - selection of flowers for a bouquet. The bouquet would then be presented to the FWPAL's mams, who would make them meat pies, and then everyone would sit down for a lovely meal. Excepting, of course, the maiden, who would have to get back to the local elementary school before her students noticed she was gone.

Recently, the British government has passed a mandate addressing a sudden resurgence of the warrior tradition in London, which they now deem as Hooliganism, or Hooliganing, or even possibly Hooliganannery. The state and queen have levied strict punishments on any men seen taking part in activities that could be seen by any nation as Hooliganeriffic.

Though upsetting to find this sort of attitude still prevalent in our modern and advanced world of intellect and ethics, it is refreshing to find that the old fighting spirit of the South hasn't died in England. It in fact died in France in the late 19th century, after a long, painful and drawn out death. Old fighting spirit had apparently asked for citizens to refrain from drawing his death, but they didn't listen because, being an instinct of man and all, it couldn't speak.

[edit] Modern-day Londoners and the "God Complex"

It is said Richard III killed his nephews here. There is no proof, however

Modern-day Londoners are rather posh glass eyed tossers with there fingers up there arses or ugly little scrots, most of the time there both and tend to follow the codes of "living life in the fast lane", "getting rich quick" and "being a complete fucking c**t at all times". They have little time to relax, not even for a cup of tea or a chat about the weather, and are in a permanent state of hyper-tension.

Many Londoners are also known to suffer from what psychologists term a "God Complex", symptoms of which include imagining that Oneself rules the universe, that all other people are inferior and deserve to be treated accordingly, and that One is absolutely perfect and above reproach.

Those suffering from a "God Complex" can often be spotted drinking on Friday and Saturday nights around any bars illuminated with neon lights and with exorbitant prices for alcohol. They have little interest in anything besides Themselves, money and material wealth. Other outward signs of a sufferer include walking around flashing wads of cash at all and sundry, especially tramps and beggars, driving cars with gold-laminated mud-flaps, and wearing designer pork-pie hats. When speaking, They often talk loudly and aggressively and take offence at anything which anybody outside Their sphere of worshippers says to Them. They are also fond of sniffing lines of sherbert.

A God Complex-sufferer's face is permanently contorted into a sneer, which signifies Their contempt for things which are below Them, ie everybody and everything else. They can occasionally be seen walking around on all-fours, the reason being that Their heads have become completely stuck up Their own arses.

Generally speaking, They are safe to approach, as long as you can handle an earful of abuse for anything which contravenes their "Holy Scriptures", such as standing on the left-hand side of the escalator, or asking Them what time it is without prefacing your remark with the Southern password : "Oi me old mucker".

In recent years, many white sufferers have been moving to multi-cultural areas such as Brixton, ostensibly to enhance Their own sense of how amazingly modern and "with it" They are. (Some conspiracy theorists argue however that the real reason is to drive out what they see as the "colonial low-life" in order to prepare for the establishment of a VERY WHITE "Heaven on Earth").

There is no generally accepted cure for the condition. Recommendations include: joining a local Victorian book-reading club, if only to meet and talk to people once a week; getting a part-time job in a kindergarten, thus having some "human contact" now and again; and overdosing on aspirin.

It should be noted that like the tribes of many other southern cities, Londoners are total twats. The ones who aren't twats are in London to study the art, but even they soon succumb, and within 2 or 3 years, have graduated with a degree in Twattery, and are thus ready for a lifetime and career of living in London and being a complete twat. This is considered by some to be an achievement, others an incurable affliction.

Soon to be completed, is the 8 lane boundary called the M25 that is designed to keep Londoners in their ghetto by means of intensive traffic jams and badly-worded signs. It is hoped that by 2012 there will be so much traffic on the M25 it will be impossible to get on or off for anyone who cannot read a map (I.E Londoners) causing London to congest itself to death.

[edit] Modern-day Londoners' "world-view"

View of London before sunrise, as seen from Scotland.

In a recent survey, 82% of people in London actually thought that London was "the universe", and had no idea that anything existed outside of London. Of the remaining 18% who did know there was something outside London, the majority stated that it was completely irrelevant, crap, full of ignorant low-lifes and they couldn't give a shit.

The actual size ration of London to the Universe is 1:3.14159262 the remainder of the universe being inhabited by Jedis and Americans. Recently, a journalist was arrested and sent to a political re-education camp after he published this fact in the Evening Standard. Many Londoners were in complete agreement that the guy was totally insane. Others said he "must have got the numbers the wrong way round".

[edit] Big Londoners

Recently, the BBC ran their own reality TV show on the subject. Based on C4's ever popular "Big Brother" series, "Big Londoners" allowed a group of Londoners to leave London for the first time in their lives, live in a house together in the north of England, and see how long they could survive.

3 contestants fled the house on the first day, complaining about how "sycophantically friendly" the people were, how they didn't want to buy anything because it "wasn't expensive enough", and how dull, boring and inferior everything and everybody was.

[edit] London Underground

London Underground is an addictive live role-playing game played by millions of Londoners every day beneath the streets of London. For the price of a single-journey ticket, "commuters" (as game participants are called) are armed with a laser gun and a truncheon. The aim of the game is to battle your way through the crowds of commuters to get to Mornington Crescent

Various spanners are thrown in the works by the managers in order to make the game more difficult and challenging for the role-player. These include:

Trains breaking down in the middle of tunnels.
Trains coming anywhere up to half an hour late, with no explanation or apology.
Fines for having the wrong ticket.
Unhelpful and occasionally abusive "station attendants".
Poisonous air with little oxygen.
Police officers who want to shoot you for looking a bit dodgy.
Ungrateful transit employees going on strike and shutting the place down because they feel they are not paid enough to sit on their arse all day.
A high likelihood of either being stabbed or having everything in your pockets stolen within minutes.
Tramps urinating on your shoes

A recent survey by the mental health charity MIND concluded that the live-action game was immoral in that it bullies its players with such tactics and creates increased psychological stress, aggression and even mental breakdowns. They recommended that the game be banned on mental health grounds. A government health watchdog also said that chest and bronchial problems amongst Londoners had increased ten-fold since the introduction of the game, and recommended that tunnels be cleaned up "to prevent a potential public health catastrophe". London Underground was unavailable for comment as their media spokesman's train had broken down, and their deputy commissioner had been taken to hospital suffering from chest spasms.

“Mind the Gap”

~ That annoying voice on Minding the Gap

This announcement is actually a mis-representation of a problem that dates back to 1902 when Space Bats took up residence in the newly constructed tunnels. The dark, cold, lifeless atmosphere was similar to their native habitat that a large colony formed. As the trains passed through the tunnels they would dislodge or disrupt the colony, causing normally a single bat to fly out onto the station platforms. Coming out of the dark into the light they were often angry, upset and hungry, they were greeted by the platform announcer crying:

“Mind the Bat!”

~ The original announcement in 1902

Like so many traditions in London, this stayed in place long after its usefulness was gone (see Houses of Parliment)

Together with the famous and repeptitive:

“Mind the Doors, mind the closing doors, stand clear clear of the closing doors.”

~ These annoying platform operators on Closing Doors

The seven circles of hell are; Circle line from Earls Court to Earls Court Bakerloo line from Sarf London to Harrow District line from Wimbleton to Up-minister Northern line from Modern to Old Fashioned Victoria line from Brixton(!) to Walthamstow(!!) Metroland line from Aldgate to Chesham Central line from Heathrow to Epping

At a couple of points the tube system crosses the river to South London. This was a mistake on the part of the designers. The stations south of the Thames are scheduled for demolition soon.

The above 7 lines have no ventilation, as the carriages were originally made for the Necropolis line to take dead bodies from London to Woking. Travellers are advised to take a deep breath upon entering the trains, as no fresh air will be available until you reach street level again. Patrons are also advised that the average temperature inside the carriages is 93 degrees even in winter, so take a plentiful supply of water, a portable shower and something to eat.

[edit] Major(ish) Landmarks of London

[edit] Big Ben

Big Ben can usually be found in one of the plethora of cafes in central London. His favourite drink is Earl Grey, and his height is 7'3".

[edit] Various Tramps

These horrible looking people clutter the nicer parts of London in order to try and gain money for... Christ knows what! It's important to remember, they are a part of what makes London shit and do not confuse them with the more common begger.

[edit] Public Toilets

Fancy a hand-shandy with a stranger who looks like your old Geography teacher? Get yourself in my son!

[edit] Tower Bridge

A bridge that looks like an unravelled carousell. It is not called London Bridge in order to confuse the next 'Merkin millionaire who wants to buy it and ship it to the desert.

[edit] The British Museum

When your empire stretches over the whole world and you can steal her treasures, you'll have a damned fine museum too! Contains millions of rare artifacts, several dozen of which are legally aquired.

[edit] Buckingham Palace

This is where The Queen lives on occasions. Buckingham palace is where the world is actually ruled from. This is usually kept secret as The Empire was supposedly turned into the commonwealth in 2003 but this is only a front to keep people happy while the Queen makes even more money from after dinner speeches and handbag-swinging on the town hall steps. The King (Elvis) may also be found in the Buckingham palace auditorium.

This place is also a target for everyone in London. Whilst there, if you succeed in the challenge of breaking in, you must then proceed to find as much valuable stuff as possible and the game is take as much as you can before you hear guns and sirens.

[edit] The London Eye

A huge wheel floating above the Thames it is made from 100% recycled London landmarks such as The Dome, Battersea Power Station and London buses. People come from miles around just for a "flight" in this big boring old Ferris wheel. The Eye is owned by British Airways who want to advertise low fare flights to top European cities - "London to London for just 14.99!!"

[edit] The Gherkin

This was originally going to be called the 'Merkin because it is fat and you can see it from wherever you are.

A giant monument, having the shape of a glass dildo, commemorating some pickled Swiss bankers. Speculation suggests that the well known Ann Summers corporation may soon purchase the building for use as a manufacturing plant for it's popular Rampant Rabbit product. The Gherkin is the first in a series of buildings that will soon include the Pickled Onion, The Cucumber, The Stuffed Olive and the Nacho.

[edit] The Royal festival hall

Built on the basis that large square grey lumps of concrete will raise Londoners' spirits even more than a self-congratulatory episode of Eastenders. After it had achieved this, the government used it for testing atomic devices.

[edit] Nelson's Colon

In order to illustrate the digestive system of great leaders (don’t ask why). 'cause we dont know. also a handy target for pigeon to practice there aim

[edit] Bendy buses

Otherwise known as "rolling road-blocks", these huge single-decker buses are used to slow down London's traffic, as well as randomly setting on fire to harm players playing the "Completely crap public transport that was just made so Ken Livingstone can make a fortune" expansion pack for the widely known game "London Underground"! These "long single deck" busses were introduced to replace the much more sensible "double decked" busses, of which the design dates back to the 1500s. This "double deck" configuration was favoured over single deck as it would accommodate more people in a smaller area of road. Thus reducing congestion and inceasing fare paying passengers! Additionally, the double-deck configuration with only a single door for entry rather than three on the bendy bus leads to longer waits at bus stops, giving the passengers more time to admire the sights of London.

But in recent years it's been noted that this idea is not a "modern" idea for a Modern thriving city like London. So the shittier road clogging busses are now used in the attempt to fu*kup the roads ever more! Before their introduction, London's roads averaged a heady 11 miles per hour, but are now down to a safer 3 m.p.h.- the same as they were in 1394 when farmers were allowed to drive sheep and cattle through the streets.In fact, London's traffic is now so slow that it is the first country in the world to introduce parking tickets to people stuck in jams.

[edit] Old Trafford

Yes, believe it or not the majority of Manchester United fans are from the middle east, so it makes sense that Old Trafford was moved to the centre of the universe.

[edit] Hoodlum's Alley

Situated just off New Cross Road Hoodlum's Alley is home to a large number of street kids of all ethnic backgrounds. By day the alley is considered only a level 4, or "Fred West" danger level. However by night it is one of the most dangerous areas in London, constituting a level 5, or Harold Shipman on a boating holiday with Ted Bundy" level of danger. As many foolish tourists, who believe that London contains something woth visiting in December (particularly Americans, who forget that the reason they had a revolution was because they were bored of the whiny ones three thousand miles away telling them what to do), will tell you, Hoodlum's Alley is the epicentre of London Cuwlcha. See also Coffee Shop Of Chav, and Gangbang Gutter.

[edit] The Barbican Centre

A beautiful village containing some of the most exquisite paper furniture this side of Essex.

[edit] 10 Downing Street

This is a small private hospital for psychiatric patients who believe that they are the Prime Minster of England. It's most famous resident is Winston Churchill, a drink sodden, cat-stuffing old geezer who moved in back in 1940 and is still barricaded into the attic, kept alive only by 4 gallons (Imperial of course) of brandy a day and a large supply of Ernest Hemmingway cigars - plus the occasional cat of course for stuffing. The current tenant of 10 Downing Street is Cordon Brown, a first cousin of the former Chancellor of the Exchequer Cordon Bleu. He is currently practicing his DIY skills destructing the lamentable built in kitchens of Tony Blair and smashing photos of the hideos Cherie Bliar. Cordon was recently threatened with eviction by 60 million angry Britons and his landlady, the octogenarian Liz Windsor who wants the house for her grandsons Bob, William and Harry.

[edit] Surburbia

In the Victorian era, a side-effect of the Industrial revolution accidentally created a bomb consisting of homeless workers, immigrants and ordinary workers who suddenly decided they wanted more space. The bomb was detonated in the early 20th century, and the resulted fallout lasted right up to the late 1930s. Numerous countryside and small towns and villages were sucked into the explosion, and leaving behind a wasteland consisting of mile after mile of suburban housing. Adolf Hitler tried to change this during the war, but sadly not to much effect apart from killing 30,000 people and blowing up some houses in his 'regeneration' plan. In revenge, the British went off and had Dresden completely redeveloped. The Americans tried and tried to repeat what had happened to London but got the wrong end of the stick.

In the Swinging '60s, the planners removed some of the highly toxic waste from the suburbs and took it to landfill sites such as Basingrad, Basildon, Woking and Harlow. Unfortunately they made it worse by building masses of concrete. One good achievement was solving feuding between the outer suburbs by drawing lines around their territories. This created 32 boroughs, which ranges from the Royal Borough of Kingston to the Empire of ~~Brixton~~ Lambeth. However, London has not always been left in peace. In 1977 a Nazi invasion was thwarted in the Battle of Lewisham while immigration control was taken to extremes in the War of Notting Hill. In recent years, Croydon has emerged as the leader of all suburbs.

[edit] People

At least one person in London is named Bob, although it has been rumoured that there may be as many as three.

By contrast, at least seven, including everyone called Bob, are known as Bruce.

Cockneys are infamous for being really loud. They will most likely say things like "Diet Coke is for fat people initt?!" just before you buy a diet coke. Then shout "Weh" when they see you with it. Or say "Jog on".See also Ian Dury.

The best representation of the London accent committed to film was that of Dick van Dyke in "Mary Poppins". van Dyke studied the cockney accent for a year before filming his scenes, and Londoners were taken aback by the accuracy of his accent and his mastery of phrases like "got a spare fag, mate?", "wot chew lookin at?", "excuse me, does this bus go to Streatham?" and "fackin 'ell".

For real London music there are "Ian, Chas and Dave Dury", a lively 3-some of singers of old cockney songs like "Shut up, your dad is on nights", "Stop bloody talking so much", "I love London birds, they don't mind you getting pissed" and the immortal "Hit me with your sideboard full of beer".

Chavs, a group of usually young boys and young girls with baby push chairs who wear Burberry plaid apparel and "Nickelson" shirts with their collar standing, they can sometimes be found wearing track suits and Reebok trainers although they've never seen the inside of a gym before. They normally occupy the benches outside McDonalds or KFC. Most of them have been awarded by the Queen the High Honour of ASBO. Once a year they all get together and attend the "who's on the most benefits" conference, at the Burger King in West King Road in London, last years winner was Dave Townsend with £1.50 a week, he is considered a millionaire by other chavs, to everyone else, he is a cock.

[edit] Nasty people

Apart from regular cockneys, people who live there pearly kings and Reggie Kray types, there exists a new breed - the rudeboy happyslapper.

This specimen gains delight from randomly attacking people (usually by slapping his small flaccid microphallus in the victim's eye) whilst a companion films the incident on his mobile telephone. Rudeboy happyslappers live in the shittier parts of London - most notably Shepherd's Bush, Peckham, Holland Park and Mayfair. As with terrorists they come in a multitude of guises - one should take as much care with a chav wearing Burburry as a pinstripped banker.

[edit] "Ghetto" language

This is the tongue of the aforementioned "Rudeboys" and also the lesser known "Rudegirls", of whom the vast majority are, politically-correctly speaking: "dark people". Here is a rude language translator for some of the most common phrases, though there seem to be new words invented every few nanoseconds so not all can be covered. Never mention to a rudeboy that he does not actually live in a ghetto, even when it is quite obvious the UK doesn't have any ghettos. You may not live to tell the tale. Beware also of speaking with any of these phrases to proper Laandaners, who will probably launch a vicious physical assault on you for the bastardisation of the English language.

[edit] The Knees Up (Lambeth Walk)

At any place and at almost any time a knees up can occur. Originating in the early 15th century with the uprising of the Ant Kingdom, cockneys found that they could not only evade their insect nemeses but also crush their attempted uprising. Later that day, after the ants had flee (or lost interest) the cockneys continued having the knees up long into the night, many say out of joy, many others say out of ignorance to the departure of the ants. It became an annual tradition that the cockneys liked so much; they made it into a daily one.

The knees up has long since been used to bond, entertain, resolve differences and riot. Mostly occurring in pubs and involving such classics as “Knees up Mother Brown” and “Cockney Bin man” the events are a hybrid between a barn dance and an orgy. Usually accompanied by a man on a piano playing an upbeat melody at irrational speed the event can last for hours as the cockneys dance the night away. After a knees up, anything that had gone before has widely been forgotten, such as differences, schemes and progress.

Knees ups are not limited to pubs however, as any mention of a knees up, anywhere, can trigger one. One should be extremely cautious when using the phrase. When a knees up starts somewhere outside a pub, a piano generally rolls in from a nearby area (with a man playing it on a stool with wheels) and people come running from all over London to join.

The longest recoded knees up occurred in 1945 when, after the end of the war, the cockneys conducted a knees up that lasted for two years. This ultimately led to the collapse of the British Empire. See also "down at the old bull and bush", "knees up muvva brahn", "maybe it's becawse i'm a Londonaar" and most Chas and Dave songs.

[edit] Government

London has tried all possible variants of government - from street party committees upwards: the current government and its leader are the reincarnations of the previous ones after a 14 year blank (Mind the gap): a previous version was a byword for corruption.

[edit] Travel Advice

[edit] Getting around

The best way to get around London is to use the Tube Socks. However, keep in mind that the employees of the London Underground system are all lazy fucking useless c***s. You can also swim the Thames to avoid meeting these people. London has the best taxi service in the world. Drivers must learn the streets and routes for 3 years before being given their badge. They ride rickshaws around the west end and will cheerily collect fares whatever the weather, sometimes to the annoyance of "black cabs", which are small limousines, very expensive and best avoided. Often, these smell of vomit and/or urine, especially during the Christmas period.

[edit] Getting there

The best way to get to London is to hitch a ride with a one-eyed drunk taxi driver who thinks he is at Le Mans being chased by the rear seats of the cab. You'll probably die, but at least you won't end up in the city centre. London is central to a large railway network which operates very frequent(ly delayed) services. Providing that you don't get derailed at Hatfield or crashed head-on at Ladbroke Grove, you will end up at a train station such as Waterpoo (the World's smelliest terminus - not surprising given it is used by people from Basingrad, Feltham, Woking, Southampton, Portsmouth and Bournemouth).

[edit] Accommodation

Council Estates, Tesco Storefronts, Bus Shelters, floor, Matt Ridgley's house. Take your pick.

[edit] See also

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