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By Boboff
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When I left school I got a job making Sanitary disposal bins for hospitals, it was hard work but me and the boys got on well and soon everyone used to go out every night after work and talk mainly about sanitary products. We went on Holiday to Ibiza in 1992 and when we all got back we found that the factory was closed, the company vanished, all our houses had burned down, my wife left me for a * spaniel and I had contracted TB whilst away. Us lads blamed each other for what happened and got in a big fight, we all killed each other with sanitary bin pieces, I was saved by a passing bus conductor called Gregg, and now even though I think about the lads allot, Gregg is my rock, and my baker.

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By Zoot
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When I was 5 i had a bad accident down the French coal mines when i was attacked by a canary. It went for my throat, and as I stumbled backwards trying to get the thing off me, i disturbed a family of sleeping badgers who joined in the fight, ripping off both my legs. I was rescued and accumilated the french nick name - De' Emsea, which is french for 'he who has legs bitten off by badgers in a coal mine'.

The following months were tough, and if it wasn't for the help of my GP Dr Aero-Smith, i'd have given up. She stayed with me and made me a pair of legs from old marmite jars and the August edition of Auto Trader. Dr Aero-Smith taught me how to walk. I still remember her shouting and edging me on to do better, things like " Run, De' Emsee", and "Walk This Way!"
This Song always reminds me of her and the shouts of support -

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