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February 2016: I have gone to a chop bar and bought fufu with what soup I cannot remember.
The tune was simple enough, but to pronounce the words with the correct Izzi intonation was grueling.
Claire’s father Sam Simmons would be there, and they would spend the next hour or two quaffing Castle beer, smoking and playing snooker in the dim, curtained rooms adjoining the bar.
Giving the people what they want, Slav-style