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I have to stand up and defend the Thermos and Piece Box and, at the same time, the flat cap and muffler. But I do get the impression that twenty past five was a "Bowler" man and ate in the Staff Dining Room.
Inglis's sliced loaf made into cheese pieces or egg and scallions or soda and wheaten bread with red jam and two custard creams, you couldn't beat it.
I'm not au-fait with gourmet eating on IOM but I'd be surprised if it riz above scabby kippers. Oh by the way Facebook is now full of retired Commodores denying they ever knew you. An own goal and probably a Red Card.
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