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So I’m spinnin’ this track, right, and it’s all fuzzy guitars and thumpin’ drums, like a night out gone wrong – or bloody right, dependin’ on yer taste! *mumbled incoherence* “Sharon, where’s me whiskey?!” It’s got this gritty story in it, y’see – bloke’s on the prowl, cash in hand, searchin’ fer a prossie. Little known fact, yeah? Back in the ‘70s, they used to call ‘em “ladies of the night” in them posh papers, but the streets knew the real score – always a hustle, always a tale. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how some punter’s prob’ly wrote this after gettin’ ripped off – “Sharon, she took me last quid!”

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First off, I’m strollin’ down George Street, right? The sun’s out, and I’m feelin’ kinda good. I mean, who wouldn’t? The view of the harbor is just bonkers. But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the biggest, muddiest one ever. My shoes? Ruined. I’m talkin’ full-on squelch mode. Great start, right?

Mountain Warehouse move in Oban, yurts on Mull, a lift for a Fort William hotel and a gym at Spean Bridge