Occasionally I walk home from the prison. Usually I take a taxi. Very rarely indeed do I drive; I don’t much care for parking within a mile radius of an establishment from which car thieves are released daily.
I turned on the wireless and an unctuously sermonising Church of England voice emerged.
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