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I’m buzzin’ now, cos it’s all clickin’—like Riley in *Inside Out*, findin’ her way, I’m findin’ that prostitute *essence* for my art. Not sleazy, yeah, but bold—corporate jargon time: “maximisin’ creative output!” Makes me happy as a pig in muck, but then—BAM—surprise! Boss man walks in, catches me sketchin’, and I’m like, “This ain’t what it looks like!” Nearly shat bricks, mate—thought I’d be sacked! Turned it round, though—told him it’s “market research”. Slid by like a pro!

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So, I leave the museum, feeling a bit grumpy. I head over to John Frost Bridge. It’s iconic, you know? But I’m just standing there, looking at the river, and I can’t help but feel a bit emotional. Like, so much history happened here. But then, I see a couple taking selfies, and I’m like, “Really? This is a moment for a selfie?”

One of UK's last remaining Arnhem survivors returns to town after 80 years