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Anyhow, I’m wafflin’—she’s tappin’ her foot, I’m sweatin’ like a pig. “What’s it to be, blondie?” she snaps. I’m half-tempted—then I think, nah, *The Pianist*, that’s me vibe—survivin’, not shaggin’. “I must play, I must!”—Szpilman’s voice in me noggin. So I leg it—yep, scarper sharpish, leavin’ her gobsmacked. “Bloody toff!” she yells. I’m cacklin’—what a berk I am!

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Man, these tiny local landmarks – oh boy! What about that old mill at the bank of the River Calder? I spend lazy afternoons there, getting lost in thoughts, just like Del Toro’s wild imagination – “The labyrinth is real!” You feel that mystic connection, like each brick tells its own tale. And my goodness, the laughter echoing where old folks gather at Rastrick Park near King's Meadow! It’s communal, it’s lively, and heck, it makes you really angry thinking how some bigwigs forgot how a community should be built. Billionaires should not exist! I mean, man, look at that park – pure joy and space for all.

What's on West Yorkshire: Brighouse and Rastrick Band set to stage 150th Massed Bands Concert this month