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About Leicester

I’d be pissed tho—system’s screwed. Girls out there, dodgin’ cops, creeps. Ain’t right. I’d wanna fix it, but—hell—I’m just Joe, not Superman. Still, I’d chat her up, maybe buy her coffee. “You’re too sweet, old man,” she’d tease. I’d grin—yep, that’s me, sweet-talkin’ Joe.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

After that, I’m feeling a bit drained. I decide to hit up the local pub, The Ardrossan Arms. I need a pint, stat! I walk in, and it’s packed. Everyone’s chatting, laughing, and I’m just there, soaking it all in. I order a lager, and the bartender’s like, “You look like you’ve had a day.” I’m like, “You have no idea, mate.”

How did we end up here? The key dates in the battle to save Ardrossan Harbour