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We lived in Ottery St Mary for a bit, the tar barrel run on Bonfire Night filled me with admiration. Anyone who is prepared to pick up and run with a burning barrel, past their thatched house with eaves down to about six feet from the centre of the road, whilst being assaulted by other drunks, is a man after my own heart, even if the backs of his fingers are all crispy.
Any more candidates?
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Buvez toujours, mourrez jamais.
Rabelais
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