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And don't you, Indulcher you below, let us a homage show

Our heart's joy reclining, Impres,

Epoena, and like a nice star shining, Matrice sinclairare me all, alpha, et cetera, oh, alfellete, oh,

Jesus, Paulet, I yearn for thee away, near me I besieged

My plan had reached me

O penchant

Merry Christmas

Beloved listeners

I first met him When I went to play at her pub this last year in North London.

And while I was there, I realised that she had been a member of the Gothic choral group, medieval babes,

who had only just discovered a few weeks before on the Iggy Pop Show on Radio 6.

That's who we're listening to you right now.

So I asked Em if she would tell us a Christmas story, and she sent me this.

So six years ago, I took on the tenancy of the Chanders Arms pub in Collindale with my husband and our two-year-old son.

It was the kind of pub that people would cross the road to avoid, literally. Had I researched the area and the history more deeply,

I would never have taken it on. It was a stronghold for violence, drug dealing, and general

nonsense of all that kind, but like many of the community projects that I've been

involved in, I tend to trust my gut instinct and dive in without too much thought.

As an ordnant, studying at Rippon College, Cudston, on the context-based pathway.

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