I used to live between two pubs and directly above a butcher’s shop, so during the day there would be the smell of fresh meat, and during the night this would mix with the stench of alcohol and creep in to my dreams. I often had dreams of cows and pigs drinking their snouts off in the pubs. It was a disturbing time to say the least.

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