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Originally Posted by garinda
'What's all the fuss?' said Cllr. Britcliffe.
'The other toilets are only a hundred yards away.'
Ignoring the fact that we live in a metric world, I'll eat my Easter bonnet if it's 'only a hunderd yards'.
Go along Peel Street.
Cross the outdoor market.
Go through doors of Market Hall.
Cross the wide open space of the hall, where once there were stalls.
Mount the stairs.
Walk through the empty tables of Britcliffe coffee and bun shop.
Arrive at toilets.
Thankfully enjoy the relief.
We know he was a special needs teacher, and from his previous posts on here, we know accuracy with figures isn't his strong point, but if he expects us to believe it's 'only 100 yards' he must think we're all sat on the special bus, licking the windows.
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Mount the stairs, me thinks Jaysay would have peed his pants by then, Stairs and me don't go down well, that's why I got a transfer to a ground floor flat may moons ago
