A single light shines directly onto a round, scrubbed, wooden table casting a circular glow onto its surface from above. Outside the table top, all is dark. A figure sits just outside of the lamplight, his rotund upper body’s physique just visible. He wears a white vest, stained in places. He has a few days’ worth of stubble on his chin, and is nursing a double gin. He leans forward into the spot and begins to speak in a thick East Yorkshire accent.
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