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Prestwick
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When I usually have a drunken orgy of "circular arguing" with my chums from the Southern Hemisphere, it is normally done in private, far from prying eyes or the mystique of a pressman's notepad or a paparazzi's photographic box.
However, recently, I allowed a man with a camera to film myself (in white), arguing with Ripper and Welly about something, probably about the shape of the 50 pence piece. Soon afterwards St Helens wades in to restore order.
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EDIT: *St Helens* YES! PUNCH!
However, recently, I allowed a man with a camera to film myself (in white), arguing with Ripper and Welly about something, probably about the shape of the 50 pence piece. Soon afterwards St Helens wades in to restore order.
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EDIT: *St Helens* YES! PUNCH!