Do you remember when, the other week, I went to St Alban, got lost and ended up in the wrong restaurant entirely, where I said, ‘Am I in St Alban?’ and was told, ‘No, we’re Divo, a Ukrainian restaurant. St Alban is over the road’? Well, what I didn’t say was that while in Divo I looked about me and thought: ‘Hello, hello, hello, what is going on here?’, which I bet you thought only comedy policemen ever said to themselves, but haven’t I just proved you wrong? I do believe I have.
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