Well we had it tough. There were a hundred and sixty of us living in a small cardboard shoebox in the middle of the road. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, and lick the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel to eat then it was off to work twenty-nine hours a day down at the mill. When we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle - if we were lucky.

Aspiring to become a villain in a James Bond film. I already have the suit I'm just working my way back from there.

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