Why would Alby even think about peeing in Reenie's uncle's best Sunday suit? OK, he'd lost all his clothes and his house, but did he have to lose his flamin' dignity too?
However, not only did the lovely Reenie have an eye for putting together a sharp whistle, she was after all the local Plod's wife, but she'd found that lately, she'd also had a roving eye and Ralph the Spiv had fallen deep between the sight lines. The trouble was, that was right where he wanted to be! That is until it all goes off deep inside The Third Tunnel.
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